The outside world seems to be embracing my
alcoholism and gifting accordingly. We received several bottles of wine. One
sister-in-law gifted me another White Whale mixer (previously, The Mob Man, to
mix with rye; this year The Filthy Liar, lychee based to mix with gin). Another
gave us a bottle of fig vodka and some Fever Tree ginger beer to make figgy
Moscow Mules (which I attempted for the first time last night—quite good!). The
step-father-in-law found the book The
Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog: Mixology and Mayhem: The Story of John Morrissey
and the World’s Best Cocktail Menu, a bar I’ve been to twice, neither time
under perfect circumstances, and he was surprised to discover I knew it. And
this (may I say my very favorite?): a bottle of Havana Club Añejo (7 Year). I
don’t know whether I love it because one can’t buy it in the U.S. or if I love
it because it’s so good. Maybe both. Our Czech neighbor got it for us over the
summer and sat on it til Christmas. A round sticker slapped on the box
announces, “Yes! Now you can take Havana Club into the US!” I had carried it once
for a friend. Now a friend has done that for me.
Jealous!
ReplyDeleteI feel you have all the makings for a happy free-for-all.
ReplyDeleteI'm always ashamed that you can best me at drinking. One would think size should matter. These sound delicious.
ReplyDeleteFiggy Moscow Mules sound yummy. Alcohol gifting is always good!
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