1.5 oz gin
1.5 oz Campari
1.5 oz sweet vermouth
Stir ingredients with ice, strain, and serve over ice in a rocks glass. Garnish with an orange twist (or a wedge if you prefer).
Best enjoyed on a back porch at dusk, in a dimly lit subterranean bar downtown, or, if you happen to be James Bond, while mulling your next strategic move:
The Negroni came. The two men sat back comfortably, each one satisfied that he had to do with a man in the same league. This was rare in 'The Game'. So many times, before one had even started on a tandem assignment like this, one had lost confidence in the outcome. There was so often, at least in Bond's imagination, a faint smell of burning in the air at such a rendezvous. He knew it for the sign that the fringe of his cover had already started to smoulder. In due course the smouldering fabric would burst into flames and he would be brûlé. Then the game would be up and he would have to decide whether to pull out or wait and get shot at by someone. But at this meeting there had been no fumbling.
— Excerpted from Ian Fleming's "Risico" in the short story collection "For Your Eyes Only" (1960).