Man didn’t always enjoy leisure. Once upon a time, if a man stopped to take a leisurely stroll or pick some flowers, he was tiger food. Until mankind developed technology, skills, and social systems that allowed him to spend less than every waking moment hunting for food and trying not to be killed, he couldn’t devote much of his brain to silly things that don’t necessarily perpetuate the species: art; music; writing; science; religious devotion; whittling.
That’s the important thing to understand about leisure; it’s not simple idleness. It’s doing something for it’s own sake, rather than for some utilitarian end. A man of leisure may not be working for measurable gains, but he is still improving himself. Even so humble an activity as practicing a whistle can enliven a man’s life and bring a small measure of enjoyment to those around him.
In keeping with our theme, this cocktail has a prep time of more than five hours – time aplenty to get into that book you’ve been putting off, or practice your marksmanship, or any damn thing. The recipe is fairly simple, but no less delicious for that.