By SUMMER BALLENTINE and STEVE LeBLANC

JEFFERSON CITY, Mo. (AP) — The FBI and U.S. Postal Service on Tuesday were investigating suspicious packages that have been sent to or received by elections officials in at least eight states, but there were no immediate reports that any of the packages contained hazardous material.

The latest packages were sent to elections officials in Massachusetts and Missouri, authorities said. The Missouri Secretary of State’s Elections Division received a suspicious package “from an unknown source,” spokesperson JoDonn Chaney said. He said mailroom workers contained the package and no injuries were reported.

It marked the second time in the past year that suspicious packages were mailed to election officials in multiple state offices. The latest scare comes as early voting has begun in several states less than two months ahead of the high-stakes elections for president, Senate, Congress and key statehouse offices around the nation, causing disruption in what is already a tense voting season.

Local election directors are beefing up their security to keep their workers and polling places safe while also ensuring that ballots and voting procedures won’t be tampered with.

On Tuesday, the FBI notified the Massachusetts Secretary of the Commonwealth’s office that postal service investigators had identified what they described as a suspicious envelope that had been delivered to a building housing state offices. The package was intercepted and isolated, according to state officials. No employees from the secretary of the commonwealth’s office had contact with the envelope, which is now in the hands of the FBI.

Powder-containing packages were sent to secretaries of state and state election offices in Iowa, Kansas, Nebraska, Tennessee, Wyoming and Oklahoma on Monday. The packages forced evacuations in Iowa, Oklahoma and Wyoming. Hazmat crews in several states quickly determined the material was harmless. The FBI and postal service were investigating.

Oklahoma officials said the material sent to the election office there contained flour. Wyoming officials have not yet said if the material sent there was hazardous.

“We have specific protocols in place for situations such as this,” Iowa Secretary of State Paul Pate said in a statement after the evacuation of the six-story Lucas State Office Building in Des Moines. “We immediately reported the incident per our protocols.”

A state office building in Topeka, Kansas, was evacuated due to suspicious mail sent to both the secretary of state and attorney general, Kansas Highway Patrol spokesperson April M. McCollum said in a statement.

Topeka Fire Department crews found several pieces of mail with an unknown substance on them, though a field test found no hazardous materials, spokesperson Rosie Nichols said. Several employees in both offices had been exposed to it and had their health monitored, she said.

In Oklahoma, the State Election Board received a suspicious envelope in the mail containing a multi-page document and a white, powdery substance, agency spokesperson Misha Mohr said in an email to The Associated Press. The Oklahoma Highway Patrol, which oversees security for the Capitol, secured the envelope. Testing determined the substance was flour, Mohr said.

State workers in an office building next to the Wyoming Capitol in Cheyenne were sent home for the day pending testing of a white substance mailed to the secretary of state’s office.

Suspicious letters were sent to election offices and government buildings in at least six states last November, including the same building in Kansas that received suspicious mail Monday. While some of the letters contained fentanyl, even the suspicious mail that was not toxic delayed the counting of ballots in some local elections.

One of the targeted offices was in Fulton County, Georgia, the largest voting jurisdiction in one of the nation’s most important swing states. Four county election offices in Washington state had to be evacuated as election workers were processing ballots cast, delaying vote-counting.

The letters caused election workers around the country to stock up the overdose reversal medication naloxone.

Election offices across the United States have taken steps to increase the security of their buildings and boost protections for workers amid an onslaught of harassment and threats following the 2020 election and the false claims that it was rigged.

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LeBlanc reported from Boston. Jim Salter in O’Fallon, Missouri; Isabella Volmert in Lansing, Michigan; Mead Gruver in Cheyenne, Wyoming; Jonathan Mattise in Nashville, Tennessee; Sean Murphy in Oklahoma City and John Hanna in Topeka, Kansas, contributed to this report.

AVIGNON, France — Testifying for the first time in a trial that has transfixed and horrified France, Dominique Pelicot said Tuesday that he had “nothing but love” for his wife but a sex addiction controlled him, and he couldn’t stop himself from drugging her and raping her, and bringing other men into their home to rape her along with him while she was unconscious.

Pelicot, 71, added that his “perversion” was created by traumatic episodes in his childhood, notably a sexual assault he said he suffered at age 9, when he was admitted to hospital with a head injury and a nurse sexually assaulted him. His wife, he said, had saved him from that horror for a long time.

“She didn’t deserve this; I recognize that,” he said in tears sitting on the stand, his voice so weak the court strained to hear him.

“I regret what I did and ask for forgiveness, even if it’s unforgivable,” he said later, addressing his ex-wife, Gisèle Pelicot, who stood in the middle of the court and looked directly at him as he testified.

Including Dominique Pelicot, 51 men are on trial together, mostly on charges of the aggravated rape of Gisèle Pelicot. One has pleaded guilty for similarly drugging his own wife to rape her and inviting Dominique Pelicot to their home to rape her while she was drugged.

Pelicot’s appearance Tuesday came as a surprise. Just one week into the trial, he fell so ill that he missed four days of court, until the head judge finally postponed the hearing. Pelicot was diagnosed with kidney stones, a kidney infection and prostate problems.

After dispatching medical experts to assess him Monday, the Avignon court’s head judge, Roger Arata, ruled Pelicot was well enough to attend, seated in a comfortable chair and given regular breaks to rest.

The accused men fill the benches of the court. Eighteen of them sit in two glass boxes, one built especially for the trial. The rest arrive daily, many hiding their faces behind medical masks, hoods and baseball hats pulled over their heads, walking past a growing line of journalists and spectators.

They are a cross-section of working- and middle-class rural France, ranging in age from 26 to 74; they include truck drivers, members of the military, a nurse, an information technology specialist and a journalist. Most are accused of going to the retired couple’s house in the town of Mazan and raping Gisèle Pelicot once. A handful are accused of returning and raping her repeatedly.

More than a dozen have admitted their guilt, including Dominique Pelicot. But lawyers for many others have argued that their clients did not intend to rape Gisèle Pelicot. The lawyers for several have said they were tricked into believing they were joining a sexual threesome among consenting adults and that she was only pretending to sleep.

Over the past two weeks, many of the more than 40 lawyers in the courtroom have painted Dominique Pelicot as a master manipulator — overseeing the bedroom scene like a film director, coaxing the men, lying to them and urging them on.

“Without the intention to commit it, there is no rape,” Guillaume De Palma, a lawyer representing six of the accused, said in an interview. His clients, he said, had all gone to the Pelicots’ house just once, believing Gisèle Pelicot was consenting. None of them knew she had been drugged, he said.

“They were being filmed. So there was no reason to think it was a rape,” he said, adding that the idea of agreeing to being filmed while committing a rape was “surreal.”

In a voice that grew stronger as the morning proceeded, Dominique Pelicot addressed his fellow accused, speaking into a hand-held microphone.

“Today I maintain that I am a rapist, like those in this room,” said Pelicot, dressed in a zipped-up gray jacket that he removed over the course of the day as the room heated up. “They all knew her condition before they came; they knew everything. They cannot say otherwise.”

Later, his words caused a gasp among lawyers and defendants in the courtroom: “They came looking for me. I was asked; I said yes. They accepted; they came. I did not handcuff anybody to make them come to my place.”

Until the shock of Pelicot’s arrest in late 2020, his family members considered themselves very close, often visiting and vacationing together. By their descriptions, no one suspected anything. Pelicot agreed that it was “an ideal family” and added, “It was just me that wasn’t.”

He flatly refuted, time and time again, allegations made earlier in court that he had ever improperly touched — or attempted to touch — his daughter, Caroline Darian, or his grandchildren.

“When you suffered as a child what I suffered, you are not at all tempted by that kind of thing,” he said. “I have never touched a child. I would never touch one.”

As a teenager, he also was forced to witness a gang rape while working as an apprentice electrician on a construction site, he said. “I’m not looking for excuses, but these are the facts,” he said.

Asked about traces of photos of his daughter sleeping discovered by police in his electronics, Pelicot said he had not taken them and didn’t think they were of her. Darian, who is convinced that her father also drugged her, grew red-faced on the other side of the courtroom and shouted: “You are lying.”

“I don’t know how to tell you; I never touched my daughter,” Pelicot said.

Prosecutors pieced the case together after Pelicot was first arrested in September 2020 for filming up the skirts of women shopping in a grocery store. Police seized his electronic devices and a laptop from his home, discovering a first batch of videos and photos, which led to his arrest that November for the broader crimes.

Eventually police discovered more than 20,000 videos and photos on Pelicot’s computers and hard drives, many of them dated and labeled, in a folder titled “abuse.” Some of the videos are expected to be shown during the trial as evidence.

Explaining why he had taken the videos, edited them in a giant digital library and titled them all, Pelicot said: “Part pleasure but also, part insurance. Because of that, we could find all those who participated.”

Gisèle Pelicot, who has divorced her husband and renounced her former surname but is using it in court during the trial, was entitled under French law to remain anonymous and have the case tried privately. Instead, she made the relatively rare decision to ask that it be public.

She wanted to shift the shame to the accused, her lawyers said, and she stated that she hoped her story would help other victims of drugging and abuse.

During her own harrowing testimony, Pelicot described her former husband as the love of her life. They met at 19 and soon built a life together, having three children and then seven grandchildren, who often visited. She said she had no idea that she had been drugged or abused.

On Tuesday, she sat in court and listened, sometimes putting on her sunglasses to hide her emotion. When asked if she wanted to respond to her ex-husband’s testimony, she again took the stand and told the court that she found it all difficult to hear. They had been together for 50 years, she said, and “could never have imagined for a single second he could commit these acts of rape.”

“I had total trust in this man,” she said.

She had, however, suffered disturbing symptoms for many years that led her to fear she had a brain tumor or was developing Alzheimer’s: hair and weight loss, and large gaps in her memory, with whole days and nights blacked out.

As a result of her decision to testify publicly, she has become a feminist icon and hero of sexual assault survivors in France. Thousands of women rallied in support of her over the weekend at events across France. Posters and street paintings celebrating her have gone up not only in Avignon, but also elsewhere in the country.

The crowd of spectators — mostly women — arriving at the courthouse to watch the proceedings in a separate overflow room has grown bigger and bigger each day since the trial commenced Sept. 2.

“I’m here to support Gisèle Pelicot and the collateral victims,” said Eva Chova, 24, a law student, standing in the middle of the line after two hours of waiting. “I think we are seeing a historic process. There will surely be a before and an after this trial, and I hope this changes things.”

At lunch, many spectators formed a line between the courtroom and the building’s exit to boo the accused and applaud and cheer Pelicot as she walked by.

Earlier this week, Pelicot stopped briefly to acknowledge the support.

“Thanks to all of you, I have the strength to fight this battle to the end,” she told a battery of cameras and outstretched microphones. She offered a message to victims of sexual violence around the world.

“Look around you,” she said. “You are not alone.”

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Many adjectives have been attached to martinis over the years. Bartenders have plied drinkers with dirty martinis and filthy martinis, smoky martinis and flaming martinis, red-pepper martinis and blue-cheese martinis, breakfast martinis and midnight martinis. Midcentury advertising executives along Madison Avenue were weaned on dry martinis, grew into very dry martinis and graduated to extra dry. Inevitably, this produced a backlash, and in the 1990s it was common to find not just apple martinis but melon martinis, kiwi martinis, lychee martinis and other fruits.

It is safe to say, though, that before Eel Bar opened on the Lower East Side a few months ago, few bartenders had thought it was a good idea to sell something called a wet martini.

Not long ago, wet was the second-worst thing a martini could be. (The worst was, and still is, warm.) The word has never had a strict definition in mixology, but it implied that the bartender had allowed too much vermouth to creep into the glass. It was a synonym for anemic, sloppy, wishy-washy and other traits you don’t want in a martini. And while there was a niche audience for martinis that go heavy on the vermouth, a bar pushing a wet martini would have been like a bakery promoting moldy bread or a deli advertising tainted lunch meat.

At Eel Bar in 2024, though, the name inspires more curiosity than revulsion. Customers have reportedly been ordering them at a brisk clip, not that they don’t have a few questions.

“I do think it’s a conversation starter,” said Nialls Fallon, one of the restaurant’s owners and the person who devised and named the drink.

When asked, bartenders will explain that Eel Bar is inspired by the food and drink of the Basque Country and that the wet martini is a form of what people on the north coast of Spain call vermut preparado — prepared vermouth. Vermouth drinkers in San Sebastián or Bilbao, of whom there are many, are typically asked whether they’d like a little something extra in the drink. Usually, this means splashes of gin and Campari over sweet red Spanish vermouth. (Invariably, vermut preparado is served on the rocks.)

Eel Bar’s wet martini begins instead by blending two clear French vermouths, a dry one from Dolin and a slightly more bitter and herbal variety from Comoz. The vermouth is “prepared” with just as much London dry gin and a few drops of orange bitters. The last touch is a spritz of oil released by snapping a piece of orange peel over the surface.

Lovers of the dry martini sometimes compare it to a slap in the face. The wet martini is more like a facial massage; it doesn’t seem like much at first, but after a few minutes you realize you’ve wanted something like it for a long time.

Astute drinkers will notice that Eel Bar’s wet martini is an elaboration on the Fitty-Fitty poured by the Pegu Club on Houston Street from the night it opened in 2005 until it closed in 2020. The bar’s owner, Audrey Saunders, wasn’t thinking of vermut preparado when she mixed up equal parts gin and dry vermouth, but she was nudged in that direction by her exposure to continental drinking habits when she managed Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle hotel.

Europeans staying at the hotel would ask for a Martini on the rocks, by which they meant Martini & Rossi dry vermouth. Because so many customers asked for it, Bemelmans always had freshly opened vermouth at a time when most places in New York sold so little of the stuff that it would sit in the well for months, where the vermouth went stale and the bottles were fuzzed over with dust.

Saunders became curious enough to try a Martini & Rossi on the rocks herself, and saw the appeal right away. A short time later, she traveled to London and tasted varieties of vermouth that weren’t sold in the United States.

“I thought, wow, this is kick-ass,” she said. “I need to preach the gospel of vermouth at home.”

This meant fighting decades of vermouth phobia. The stuff had never really recovered from Prohibition.

Most likely, the aversion was partly due to the low quality of the products stocked by the average American bar. But postwar martini fanatics really did a number on vermouth’s reputation, too. A dry martini went from meaning one made with dry vermouth to one made with as little vermouth as possible. Know-it-alls would torment bartenders with fictitious Churchill quotes about observing the vermouth from across the room or “bowing in the direction of France.” Those who allowed vermouth in their martinis at all asked for a quick rinse in the glass — the “in and out” technique.

By 1952, the extra-dry martini had become what C.B. Palmer writing in The New York Times Magazine, called “a mass madness, a cult, a frenzy, a body of folklore, a mystique, an expertise of a sort which may well earn for this decade the name of the Numb (or Glazed) Fifties.“ To this cult, the wet martini was anathema.

When Saunders drew up the drinks list at Pegu Club, she studied bartending guides published before Prohibition, when a dry martini was one made with dry vermouth, not sweet, and 50-50 ratios were the rule. But the Fitty-Fitty wasn’t meant as an exercise in mixological anachronism. “The goal was to get people drinking vermouth again,” she said.

It worked. The Fitty-Fitty and other vermouth-drenched cocktails won converts across the land. The United States, once a fortified-wine backwater, is now the second-largest importer of vermouth in the world. (Germany is in the lead.) The recent popularity of less potent aperitif-style drinks has also helped.

“A lot of people enjoy these softer, low-alcohol cocktails that are more food-friendly,” Fallon said. At Eel Bar, “we see a lot of folks come in and have a drink at the rail before they sit down. We wanted something so people could have the feeling of a cocktail but not have something as stiff as a gin martini.”

Vermouth is resurgent in Spain, too. The past decade or so has seen a boom in such traditional brands as Martínez Lacuesta as well as newer iterations made with green walnuts, and one made in synchrony with the lunar calendar, said Marti Buckley, a U.S.-born cookbook writer who lives in San Sebastián. When she is not working on a book, Buckley can sometimes be found at a vermouth party organized by the International Society for the Preservation and Enjoyment of Vermouth, which she helped found a decade ago.

For Spanish drinkers, though, vermouth is less a trend than a fact of daily life. In Basque Country, the homeland of vermut preparado, nobody seems to pay much attention to how it’s mixed, Buckley said.

“You don’t know what you’re going to get, you just know you’re going to get some drops of stuff,” she said. “I know, because I’m such a nerd, that it’s typically Campari and gin, but I don’t think it’s common knowledge. They just know they’re getting some vermouth with extra love.”

Told that the bartenders at Eel Bar measure out the ingredients of a wet martini in jiggers, Buckley laughed.

“That epitomizes the difference between American and European culture,” she said. “Here it’s all about the enjoyment of the drink. It doesn’t have to be exact to be enjoyable.”

Wet Martini

A wet martini at Eel Bar in New York on Sept. 6, 2024. The wet martini served by the new restaurant in Manhattan reflects an appreciation of vermouth that’s been a long time coming. (John Taggart/The New York Times)

Recipe from Eel Bar

Adapted by Pete Wells

Originally, a dry martini was one made with dry vermouth, but over time it came to mean one made with as little vermouth as possible. Its opposite was a wet martini, which brought to the foreground the softening, complicating aromatics of vermouth. Eel Bar in Manhattan blends two kinds of vermouth into its wet martini and stirs them with an equal proportion of London dry gin. Orange bitters stiffen its spine a bit, as does a mist of citrus oil from the peel of an orange. Like a dry martini, this cocktail should be served very, very cold. — Pete Wells

Yield: 1 or 2 cocktails

Total time: 5 minutes

INGREDIENTS

For each martini:

1 1/2 ounces London dry gin, preferably Hayman’s

3/4 ounce vermouth blanc, such as Comoz

3/4 ounce dry vermouth, such as Dolin

2 dashes orange bitters, preferably Angostura

1 strip orange peel, removed with a vegetable peeler

DIRECTIONS

1. To make one martini: Fill a shaker with ice and add the gin, both vermouths and the bitters. Stir about 100 revolutions, until very cold.

2. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Hold the orange peel over the glass and give it a quick squeeze, spritzing the oils on the surface of the drink. Toss the peel away and drink the martini. If you’d like, make another.