First, you take some really outrageously, super-extraordinarily good looking dame (Raymond Chandler said that, maybe... Not me, anyway).
And then you add a real classic Martini, as y'all well know by now!
All the stuff hidden beneath the soignee surface, all the carefully concealed erotic potential, is all released after just a couple of - and it literally is no more than two - sips.
For a start the thing is redolent of the very best French perfume. And secondly it is as cold as the icy exterior of the best-presented of expert women. And then after that, it all breaks down, right.
The Titanic, whack! Straight into the icy ice-berg.
Nearer my god, nearer to thee.
It's virtually impossible, these days, to escape the ubiquitous silly nonsense about 'the Overlords' - you know, those ultra-powerful heartless reptilians, and according to the conspiracy theories, actual 'reptile alien entities or beings' masquerading as people, who run everything and keep 'ordinary humans' enslaved to their regimes, in which very likely, they feed literally, on living human victims.
If you consult the greatest factual historian of all time - Professor Google - and his department in Wikipedia, they will tell you that this 'conspiracy theory' first came from Robert E. Howard in 1929, in his comic book story of Conan the Barbarian, and then not long after that it took a real foothold in popular consciousness in the 1940's through the fictional accounts of Maurice Doreal and of course H. P. Lovecraft.
Right... So, for the reward of a listing here in the Honor Roll - where DID all of this come from?
For me, I have advised today's iteration of whoever thinks they are in charge at one of the Alphabet places, that if you marinade a female human in Vermouth and highest quality London Gin, they make very good... um... well, whatever. If you serve them to one of the 'Royal Dracos' in order to ingratiate yourself as a true servant of these bestowers of power and riches.
No Bach today, proper modern jazz (serious headphones, okay?):