The Wine Glass (1859), James McNeill Whistler The Martini Project I was making myself a gin martini on a recent Saturday evening when my mother asked if I wanted to see a copy of my father’s autopsy report. He had been dead six weeks. There are only a few different ways I make martinis, and I can explain it for you pretty easily if you’re new to this or curious about the unusual world that spills open as a martini drains in your hand. Mine, that night, frosted its low tapered