New York’s first vermouth maker wants you to think beyond the Martini.
Adam Ford—his boyish face looking like he may well have just walked off Stand by Me central casting—doesn’t appear to be the kind of guy who’d spend a portion of the first decade of his adult life hanging out with Zapatista guerillas in Mexico, among other adventures. With his neat, court-ready dark-blue suit, and un-ironic, utterly un-hipster manner, this attorney by trade also does not seem like the guy you’d expect to lead the charge for New York-made vermouth, made on Long Island and crafted with grapes from two New York wine regions. It’s the first this state has ever seen. But that’s what makes both Ford’s story and the initial aromatic, flavor-packed release of Atsby as refreshing and appetite-whetting as, well, an aromatic aperitif.
“Once I say I’m going to do something, I do it,” he says over gnocchi at Barbuto, one of Atsby Vermouth’s first adapters. “No matter how frightening or terrifying.” It was this adventurous streak coupled with a desire to become a human rights attorney that led him to travel first to Cuba in college with the group Pastors for Peace, then to Mexico before law school at Seton Hall to work with the Zapatista guerillas to help prevent further unspeakable horrors such as the Acteal Massacre in Chiapas; then to Nepal to hike; to Cairo, Egypt, to complete part of his human rights law studie, and to India just because. It was during these trips that he discovered the smells, tastes and sips of other cultures, so different from his own and yet inspiring him to bring something back. “To be in India and to go to the spice markets…it’s incredible. I’d always come home with bags full of spices.”
Over this last decade of spiritual cocktail renaissance, when the popularity and celebration of spirits like the once-dusty rye and fortified wines like amaro has soared, vermouth has remained a bit of a lesser-known curiosity, even among the well-versed. And for your average, enthusiastic imbiber, its use doesn’t even exist outside of the Martini or the Manhattan. For Ford, 36, it was this way at one time, too, until a romantic, fateful trek and a mountaintop epiphany changed it all in 2007.
Ford had been introduced to vermouth as something to sip on its own—sans cocktail shakers—via his wife, Glynnis—a former ballet dancer who grew up in an Italian-rooted family upstate where the herb-based fortified wine was a normal pre- or post-dinner enjoyment. Knowing kids were in the near future, the young couple decided on one final pre-parental trip: a heart-pounding, hiking-centric vacation up the Tour du Mont Blanc in the Alps. One night after a particularly rigorous trek, he and Glynnis toasted their outdoor adventure over a locally made vermouth in the Italian town of Courmayeur.
“We were in a faraway land drinking something local, and it was like nothing else I’d ever had,” marvels Ford. “Not a wine, but not a spirit either.” So, he fancied, why not make such a local product in his home state of New York?
Back home over the next couple of years, he noticed a few newly imported fashionable vermouths hitting shelves, like France’s Dolin and Italy’s Carpano Antica, while simultaneously bearing witness to the rise in American craft distilling and the intense enthusiasm that followed it. And yet, no one was really talking about vermouth, “and it was so ripe to be improved upon.”
Dating back to the Middle Ages, vermouths were initially made when monks in European spots like Turin, Italy, and Chambery, France, would macerate wine with herbs, roots, spices and fruit peels, its alcohol leaching out the aromatic and chemical properties of each botanical. After the appropriate maceration time, the herby wines were sweetened and given the addition of a fortifying spirit ingredient—often brandy. These potions were used as medicinal solutions, which would remain preserved in their alcoholic liquid for the long, cold winter months to come. As it so happened, they also tasted pretty good.
So Ford began to study, taking up near permanent residence in the New York Public Library, hunting down charts that broke down the chemical components of spices; he studied the components of botanicals to learn which components matched and which didn’t. He read and read again A Modern Herbal, written by Margaret Grieve in 1931. And then a chance encounter with a woman in his building pushed him to the next step. Sommelier Megan Simmons listened wide-eyed to Ford’s ambitious vermouth hopes and volunteered to help. With her trained palate and his clear sense of what he wanted the final product to be, she and Ford spent several months during 2010 and into 2011 tinkering with the botanical blends. It took until the end of 2011 to get it just right.
Still, vermouth has by and large remained an understated wallflower of the cocktail world. Something that Ford felt needing to be improved upon—and if it could be done with its liquid base ingredients sourced locally? All the better. In the Wine & Spirit Education Trust textbook, there’s a line in the fortified wine section that reads as follows: “There is no reason why vermouths should not be made anywhere where there is a plentiful supply of base white wine and herbs to infuse in it.” A sentiment that Ford agrees with wholeheartedly. “I knew I wanted to use really good wine, the only question was North Fork or Finger Lakes.”
The answer lay in both—he would source the wine from Long Island’s North Fork and the brandy from Finger Lakes Distilling on Keuka Lake up in Burdett, New York. And the whole production would happen in Mattituck, under the wise guidance of winemaker Russell Hearn at Premium Wine Group. Hearn and Ford talked and talked about the project and the qualities he sought in his vermouth’s base wine. “He wanted a stainless-steel fermented, crisp, clean base wine,” says Hearn, who brought Ford many samples before they decided on the best grape for the job. Inevitably, they decided on chardonnay, the second most widely grown grape behind merlot, and far and above the most planted white grape on Long Island. “I think it was important to Adam to look at how it could be repeated on a regular basis. If you pick a more obscure varietal, sourcing it might not always be possible, but with chardonnay a relatively large amount of it is planted out here, so you can repeat and increase. Whereas sauvignon blanc or viognier or pinot gris can be hard to source on a regular basis.”
As for the infusions, this was where Ford’s far-flung past came in handy. For him, he wanted each—the golden Amberthorn, and the robust, caramel-hued, curiously named Armadillo Cake—to be not the wallflower chorus-line sipper that vermouth had become in American; but instead, exciting and aromatic fortified wines that could easily stand alone, sipped on the rocks as Glynnis’s family has long done, or, perhaps, mixed into a cocktail where their unique flavors were highlighted instead of hidden. He is close to the vest regarding the exact botanical makeup of his vermouths, but he will tell you this: Amberthorn encompasses 21 herbs, fruits, spices and such; Armadillo Cake has 32. For the former, there is a distinct note of springtime aromatics—akin to fresh-popped herbs, lemon-thyme, citrus peel and something reminiscent of the outdoors. “You feel what you feel when smelling something,” says Ford, “but for me this is the smell of fresh-cut grass when I was a kid and damp forests from hiking as an adult.” For this, he cops to the addition of chervil and angelica. The Armadillo Cake is quite the opposite—it is utterly exotic, like walking into spice haven Kalustyan’s and taking a deep, dizzying breath. You might imagine that the memory it evokes for Ford is the inside of his post-India suitcase after unpacking his smuggled spice-market finds. “It’s impressive—very aromatic and strong flavored,” says Hearn. “A much more intense vermouth than the mainstream. But then again, Adam’s not making mainstream vermouth.”
What you won’t find—and what differentiates it thoroughly from European vermouth—is wormwood. The name for vermouth is, in fact, nabbed from the German word for the wormwood plant, wermuth. Regarding wormwood, the once-controversial ingredient more commonly related to absinthe (and supposedly responsible for so-called hallucinations when sipping the green-tinged stuff—a fancy now proven untrue), EU law dictates is must be in the mix for European-made vermouths. But the more Ford thought about it, the more he realized it wasn’t necessary to make a good American version.
“Wormwood doesn’t have a place in domestic vermouth. If you want to use it in the United States, you must have under 10 parts per million. So, do you put a pinch in just to be like European producers?” he asks rhetorically. “Why bother? The whole point is to make an American vermouth—I wanted to break European tradition because I thought it could be improved upon.”
And so, it seems, he did. Since launching in September 2012, Atsby has been on shelves at venerable spots in hard-to-penetrate Manhattan, like cocktail nerve-center Employee’s Only, chef Jonathan Waxman’s Italian-centric Meat Packing District hot spot Barbuto, Chambers Street Wines, Le Du’s Wines and Astor Wines & Spirits from its initial run of 350 cases each. On the East End, it is just beginning to show up on wine shop shelves and restaurant menus.
Ambitious and ambling as the process was, Ford found exactly what he wanted—that same notion of uniqueness he tasted on a mountaintop in Italy; of a spice market in India; of the glasses of vermouth he first sipped with his in-laws. Like an East India Trading Company seeker, bringing what he found back home. “If I tell somebody out loud that I’m going to do something, then I must do it,” he says. “And that’s what I wanted to do—make an American vermouth for an adult palate.”
Amy Zavatto grew up on Shelter Island and writes about food, wine and spirits from her home on Staten Island.