His version is especially touching since he can’t enjoy his own concoction, as Moore is diabetic.

I’m unsure of his selection of Noilly Prat, and even with his unfortunate choice of Tanqueray, it’s still a much better Martini than the trash that Jim Coudal calls a Martini (made with Vodka and violently shaken: Terrible, terrible, terrible).

(Hat-tip to Daring Fireball.)