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The Abbey: a tale of two gins

‘But why do you need more than 20 kinds of gin?’ said no one, ever.

Actually, that’s not true. A few non-gin-drinkers (yes, they do exist, and yes, I do occasionally deign to talk to them) have asked me this exact question when they’ve glimpsed my rather meagre collection of the good stuff, to which my usual response is to either launch into a long-winded explanation about all the… 490 more words

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The Sheba Cocktail

Betty Blythe had twenty-eight costumes when she played the Queen of Sheba for Fox in 1921. All of them together, she said, could fit in a shoe box. 253 more words

Harry Craddock Strikes Again! The Kina Cocktail

Much has been written concerning Lillet Blanc or, as it was once known, Kina Lillet. Lillet was founded in 1872, but their famous aromatized wine would not hit the American market until the late 1930s and, even then, most Americans didn’t know what to do with it. 474 more words

The Whist Cocktail

We’re back to that venerable tome, the Savoy Cocktail Book. Today’s drink was, presumably, named after the card game. It utilizes two different spirits, something modern bartenders often frown upon, but a practice that was fairly common back in the Golden Age of cocktails. 64 more words


B.V.D. Cocktail

Erik Ellestad, who drank his way through the entire Savoy Cocktail Book (bless him) suggests that the name of this cocktail might stand for Bacardi, vermouth, and dry gin, which seems perfectly reasonable to me. 305 more words

The French 75 Cocktail

While the French 75 might not be exactly like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a gold brick as with Douglas Adams’ Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the French 75 can pack a wallop even if it doesn’t contain ¬†any tooth of Algolian Sun Tiger. 353 more words

The Parisian Cocktail

I am one of those strange Americans who actually like the French, and Paris is my favorite city. I will never, however, be a Parisian. Aside from the fact that I do not live there, Paris is like a private club of which you can never become a member. 232 more words