Just in time for the holidays

A holiday as auspicious as the celebration of hundreds of years of rape, pillaging, socioeconomic slavery, and football needs a proper cocktail. Put away that Beaujolais Nouveau, and lay off the Drambuie. We've found the perfect pork martini:

Wow. This Martini packed a pork wallop. The aroma was overpowering, I have to admit. But that masked the oil; I saw the oil before, really, see my comments under "Transmogrification," supra, but I tasted no oil. I declaim this a Martini you will love or hate, no middle ground. You could get drunk on the bouquet alone, a secondary high.