I’m not a gin person but a month ago I drank Tanqueray Rangpur Dry Gin at my sister’s housewarming party. She had single-handedly built a retirement house (remotely, at that), a highwire act if you have ever dealt with fundis.
We drank the gin in the garden, deep into the starless night. (Tip: apply alcohol on your skin, it repels mosquitoes?) You don’t forget a moment like that, which means you don’t forget the drink you were having.
