I’d always hated gin – too many bad memories of earlythirties episodes – feeling sad enough to just run a warm bath and forget the world – but then , there it was – a beautiful bottle labelled “The Botanist” brought as a housewarming gift to our rustic little renovator in SW France – and that was that! Decades of “non white spirits only” evaporated! My Chardonnay era – having led seamlessly to my Sauvignon blanc with a touch of good red era, which ultimately led to the fairly exclusive champagne with a touch of decent Riesling era – had brought me to this – my gin era – touch of tonic, ice and something citrusy , no more doldrums – and, of course , slugged into a good old fashioned jam jar!!
Are there some stories here?? I reckon!! Welcome!!