What rot. I can't stand neat gin, won't touch lager, and only indulge in methylated spirits at Christmas.
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Neil Russell
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For me that would mean drinking (God help me) Old Granddad over ice from my dad, or Galliano, from a bottle that lasted my mom nearly a quarter century.
I've narrowed my tastes down to dry gin martinis (Bombay white) in the summer and scotch (Bunnahabhain; the only one that sounds the same drunk or sober) in the winter.
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For me that would mean drinking (God help me) Old Granddad over ice from my dad, or Galliano, from a bottle that lasted my mom nearly a quarter century.
I've narrowed my tastes down to dry gin martinis (Bombay white) in the summer and scotch (Bunnahabhain; the only one that sounds the same drunk or sober) in the winter.
Life's too short to drink rotgut.
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