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!!
I reckon there might be a book in it!
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Thank you!! Gotta start somewhere!!!
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So knew you would be the first comment🌻
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This is so weird – have just started drinking gin again! Need to try it in a jam jar though :). When we were in Portugal recently we ate at a restaurant called Moules & Gin. It was fabulous!
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That is weird!!! We have gone a bit crazy with Hendriks (cucumber is not optional!!) and an Australian one called Four Pillars …
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Tanqueray for me with lime. Will be in Brissie from Sunday until 1 April. Any chance you’ll be around?
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Aaaagggghhhh! Heading to Sydney on April 4 for a few days!!
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I remember those early days. No jam jars then but great beaches xxx
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Weren’t we lucky???!!!
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The Botanist, distilled on the Island of Islay, Scotland 🙂 have reacquired a taste for Gin myself, will have to give the jam jar a go 🙂
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Thank you – all fixed!
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