Citadelle Gin; Vive le France

‘What’s the time difference over there’ I was asked. ‘About 10-15 years behind the UK!’ I had wittily quipped. A jovial jibe maybe. But that’s actually not too far from the truth when regarding gin... I was paying another vacation visit to my parents home base in Evian, France. (Note to reader: If you are... Continue Reading →

Manly Spirits; Manning up…

Oh god...My heart sank as the question came...‘sorry mate, have you got a hammer?’. Here we go... We had called maintenance to come and take a look at some minor reparation works needed to our city centre apartment. A call heeded by a rugged chap we’d come to lovingly know as ‘Old Phil’, on account... Continue Reading →

Fidra Gin; Life’s a beach…

Ah. A day at the beach. Is there anything better in this life?... There’s something kind of magical about being near the ocean, with the sand between your toes, the summer breeze in your hair and the sun on your back that puts the mind and soul at ease. There’s a peaceful tranquility to the... Continue Reading →

Biggar Gin; Biggar mentality

‘Sorry we missed you!’ exclaimed the little red and white piece of card that greeted me on the doormat as I arrived home. But this wasn’t the touching greeting card I had initially mistaken it for...I continued to read. ‘Your parcel is available to collect from your local Royal Mail depot. Please bring ID’. Ah.... Continue Reading →

Junipalooza 2019

Festivals. A quintessential part of the British Summer. And as I sit gazing out of the window to pen this little ditty, I’m greeted by a sign that leaves me in absolutely no doubt that we’ve reached that glorious time of the year... Yep, you’ve guessed it. It’s bloody raining. Again. Relentlessly! And it’s at... Continue Reading →

Taplin & Mageean; the grand fromage…

‘Vous avez une ‘Babybel’?...’ I had tentatively asked, half joking/half longingly... The waiter looked at me, slightly bemused, as the rest of the table laughed at my amusing ‘joke’. Stood before me was a French waiter (note to reader: we were in France), with a trolley that was laden with enough cheese to make you... Continue Reading →

Pothecary Gin; Trinity Blend

So there I was. On my own, in a metal cage, hanging upside down. And as the wheel started to turn, a shudder went down my spine as I contemplated my own mortality...was this really the end?... Sure, I’d climbed in to the cage voluntarily. Heck, I’d even paid to do so! It had seemed... Continue Reading →

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