Gin. Disgusting on its own, but happens to be my poison of preference. The distinct taste was ingrained early in life as it’s basically a family member. When tonic is added to the juniper-based distilled spirit and poured down the hatch, a brain lever is pulled that redirects my thought train to Partyville.
Parties thrown by myself & chum, Victor, are called Gin & Phonic. We are having one on Friday, Feb 19th at Studio Bar in Toronto. This mix is basically dirty promotional material to coerce people into attending. We do have some lovely hotels in this city or 1 person can sleep on my sofa if you fly in from abroad. If you do take a plane to come, we’ll make sure you don’t pay cover.
