I was only half done with zesting the bergamots for candied peel when Todd asked for a taste of the fruit. The colorless sections, reminiscent of grapefruit, were dry but still taut with juice. I expected his face to twist in discomfort from the bitterness, but instead I could see him musing over the taste. Later that night when he asked me to run to the liquor store, I knew what he had in mind. He would turn the single bergamot into bitters. Unlike some of the complex concoctions he's made before, this would be simple, elegant, and intensely scented.