If James Bond were a Southerner’¦and just so happened to stroll down to Chartres House in the French Quarter after wooing women on Bourbon and swindling scoundrels out of their money at Harrah’s, he’d order a Cajun Martini, shaken not stirred. Men like Bond and Evil Knievel would gladly partake in this bold blend of perfectly chilled Stoli vodka spiked with Habanera hot sauce, a martini to set your soul on fire. It is drinks like this that let you know you are alive and in New Orleans.