At least, that’s what it says on the invite for a happy hour we got from some neighbour’s.
I’ll drink to that!
Excellent! I just ran out of bourbon again.
off to the liquor store to get a mickey of gin as a hostess gift.
From * My Fair Lady*
“Eliza Doolittle: They all thought she was dead. But my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Then she come to so sudden she bit the bowl right off the spoon.
Mrs. Eynsford-Hill: But it can’t have been right for your father to be pouring spirits down her throat like that, it could have killed her.
Eliza Doolittle: Not her, gin was mother’s milk to her. Besides he poured so much down his own throat, he knew the good of it.”
From, “Friends With Benefits,”:
I’m hungry… got any gin?
I give you William Hogarth’s BEER STREET and GIN LANE. Depictions of the healthful attributes of beer, and the evils of gin-drinking. “Drunk for a penny, dead-drunk for tuppence.”
I toast Hogarth’s genius with my second martini.
Had a lovely time. Garden party with much chit-chat, a couple of G&T (Tanqueray No 10 with Fever Tree Tonic) and braised beef sandwiches. +15 C. Dropped off à Mickey of Bombay Sapphire as an entrance gift.
Sounds like fun! My go-to G&T is a Tanqueray and tonic, but one time, the barman reached for the Tanqueray No. 10. Even though the tonic was either Schweppes or Canada Dry, what a difference an excellent gin makes. I will have to look for Fever Tree Tonic.
Is it just me, or does anyone else find that the second G&T is never anywhere near as good as the first?
I asked my host where he got it, and he said a little boutique store called Safeway. 
But the third is always excellent.
If I drank, Gin would be it. I used to be a token bartender for Daddy. He said I made excellent Martinis. They always smelled so good.
Happy Gin day!
The local Safeway in these parts has a beer selection second to none! It’s really quite amazing.
Damn it! Now the GIN is gone.
Thanks for the tip–I’ll look for it the next time I’m at Safeway.
If you’re looking for a suggestion, here in Canada, National Caesar Day is coming up.
The smell of gin is a childhood memory for me, for much the same reason.
My parents had a bridge club that met at their house every couple of months, and Dad always mixed cocktails for the guests. (It was before wine came to North America.). Whisky sours, rye and coke, rum and coke were standards, but he also always made Tom Collinses. He made his own bar syrup for the Tom Collins. The gin just smelt so good and different from all the rest - that’s the one I remember.
Same here.
I well remember lazy summer afternoons at the cottage, when Mom and Dad would want a drink before dinner. My sister and I would act as bartenders and prepare a G&T for Mom, and a beer for Dad (which, actually, was more difficult than it sounds, as Dad liked his bottled beer served in a glass, with as little head on the beer as possible). We both got to know the aromas of both quite well.
Upon a re-read, this can be confusing. Let me clarify:
“My sister and I got to know the aromas of both gin and beer quite well.” I don’t know if my original remark was confusing, but just to make sure (this is the SDMB, after all), I clarified.