I am a sucker for the modern cocktail book. They are gorgeous, they are well-designed, they typically discuss at great lengths the arcana of various ingredients and techniques (I love arcana) and they give you an insight into the lifestyle of whatever bartender actually sat down to write the thing. Modern cocktail books fall on a spectrum from the technical manifesto (Death and Co., Liquid Intelligence, Ryan Chetiyawardana) to the "we gave this instagram-friendly content producer a book deal and a travel budget" (Spritz, Amaro).
Part travelogue, part overgrown lifestyle blog, part coming-out affirmation, Apéritif represents the far end of the "hashtag book deal" modern cocktail book spectrum. Not that it's bad, Ms. Peppler is an extraordinary photographer and her systematic breakdown of vermouths at the beginning of the book is by itself worth the price of admission.
However, the book feels very try hard, very "Ooh I'm queer AND in Paris." Imagine how great this work could be is the author had gotten all that done back in college and had a decade to mature into it before writing a thoughtful book on the use of food and drink as a pivot between work and leisure in French culture. Apéritif is, sadly, not that book.