Bond’s order of a traditional Kentucky mint julep is delivered with his trademark blend of charm and snobbery. Offered by Goldfinger, the moment feels less like a prelude to an apocalyptic gold manipulation scheme and more like a genteel afternoon at the Kentucky Derby. The phrase “sour mash” refers to a whiskey production method (not a flavor) so Bond’s request is both impressively specific and hilariously unnecessary. It’s the kind of drink order that says, “I have refined taste…and zero self-awareness.”

