Preparation: Shake ingredients with ice. Strain and serve.
General Comments: Damn, but this is tart. Which, obviously, is awesome. It kicks like a mule, as well, which hardly hurts. It's not exactly cheap, and it doesn't look like much, but if you're not afraid of cocktail in which the sweetest ingredient is a faintly bitter orange liqueur, there's plenty here to enjoy. It's no small feat to put together a cocktail that's fifty percent gin without it taking everything over ("Always drink gin with a mark, kid; they can never tell if it's cut"), but the lemon juice more than holds its own, and the Triple Sec is always lurking in the background.
Very much like that name, too. Indicative of elegant parties of the kind Poirot always shows up at just before someone is shot and everyone thinks a car has backfired.
Unless that image is racist. Is it? Is it racist? I mean, whenever I've run up against a woman who's slowly pickled herself in gin, they're always white. But maybe I'm just hanging around the wrong dipsomaniacs.