gin...
 

to tell you the truth, i've never had gin.

but that hasn't stopped me from singing "rolling down the street, smoking indo, sipping on gin and juice; laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind"

tonic is for summer, the quinine lowers your body temperature.

for the unwary, it's dry vermouth, not sweet(red) nor white. ive seen people try that. ugggghhh.

meanwhile, an alexander is nice for winter-- high in calories.

shake equal parts of gin, creme de cacao & light cream. serve. add dash of nutmeg.

subtitute brandy & it's the now more popular (still a relic) brandy alexander, which maybe t's better w/ the chocolate & nutmeg but the juniper in the gin actually works well.

cheers.

THE WORST fucking variety of liquor ever.

foolishness. a gin & tonic in a hot summer day is a gift from the gods.

gimlets too-- gimlets remind me of hemingway

ugughhhhhh

i'm going to vomit all over this keyboard at the mention of it

i think i might feel better if i had a beer or three but i'm pretty sure that would certainly exacerbate my illness in the long term

damn-- you fear hepatitis and youre dicussing booze?

AVERT YOUR EYES

the worst for me are rum and brandy.

gin and grapefruit juice is the best. to tell you the truth i hate the taste of all liqour, so anything with grapefruit juice is the best. i guess i'm a beer guy when it comes to alcohol.

gonna get the malaria.

anyway, modern recipes call for rose's lime juice in the gimlet, but i think that shit's foul chemical sludge.

much better to use fresh lime juice and bar sugar-- or no sugar!

listen:

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It was now lunch time and they were all sitting under the double green fly of the dining tent pretending that nothing had happened.


“Will you have lime juice or lemon squash?” Macomber asked.


“I’ll have a gimlet,” Robert Wilson told him.


“I’ll have a gimlet too. I need something,” Macomber’s wife said.


“I suppose it’s the thing to do,” Macomber agreed. “Tell him to make three gimlets.”


The mess boy had started them already, lifting the bottles out of the canvas cooling bags that sweated wet in the wind that blew through the trees that shaded the tents.

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holy shit, for a moment there I thought that was gmku!!! I need more sleep.

hey if you dont like dont force it on yourself. is it the gin or i it the tonic? a vodka tonic will cool you in a hot day a well. maybe you dont like the bitterness of the tonic, but it is good for you. in any case tonic water is not what it used to be-- a pharmaceutical, not a soda. some people make their own tonic these day, which is interesting.

if you lke grapefruit try a salty dog. it's weird and yummy.

a jigger to 2 oz of vodka in a highball glass with ice & a salted rim, fill the rest with grapefruit juice. its reminiscent of a margarita but never sweet, and way less toxic.

some people put the salt in it instead. i find that risky (easy to overdo).

that's what she said.

Gin is disgusting. Just nasty.

racist.


well you gotta drink the good stuff not cheap rotgut.

i like tanqueray or boodles or bombay. bombay sapphire is particularly great but a bit pricier--i sometimes buy it in the huge bottle for the value. then there are other esoteric gins not readily available everywhere.

gordon's gives me a fucking headache. same with all the low cost ones. some of that shit feels like it will blind you.

anyway. you'll grow into it once you find a good gin cocktail. you aint supposed to do shots with it you know.

don't worry, i havent had any to drink
just a nice cocktail of painkillers and valium when i've got the strength to get the cap off.

yuk..Gin.

Whisky Sour for me, please.

Never had gin till somebody made me a gin and tonic. It was actually pretty good...

its fucking great

my favorite summer drink

I was waiting for the gin thread to be made, gin gin gin! :D

It definately took me by surprise, I really didn't think it would be good at all, and I'm not usually a fan of tonic water.

Yeah it's damn pricey that gin, I love to add a bit of elderflower cordial when I have the moneys, defo summer time drink!
Schweppes russchian is the perfect vodka/gin mixer.

get on that old Snoop Dog shit... Gin & Juice....

I'd have to agree add extra lime in the mix but after tasting Saphire don't go with anything less...

gin is fabulous.

and I dont drink anything other than bombay saphire. why the hell would you? ew.

gin makes reminds me of writers in general. (...in a vague sort of way.)

but specifically it makes me think of this passage from Dead Babies by Martin Amis.



"Away from the drill!"
"What? I say, Giles, are you all right?"
Giles had been lynig on his bed, bent double with psychosomatic toothache. His stragled shout had been a semi-delerious reply to Quentin's courtly knock. By 12:30, Giles had consumed five Gin Rickeys, four gin and tonics, three gin and its, two gin and bitters, and one gin.

that is a fucking great quote.

if you know or look up the recipes you realize the concentration of pure gin gradually increases.

the gin rickey is like a gimlet with added water-- very refreshing

gin & tonic, well requires no explanation. so far so good.

gin & it is like a martini but with sweet vermouth (minus the olives of course). rather than a watery liquid you're mixing 2 types of booze now.

gin & bitters is just gin & angostura bitters! 2 oz + 1/2 tsp.

1 gin. ha!

gin bitters by the way i was curious about & just had this past weekend. we had a party @ home & i was mixing the booze. i made myself 3 gin & bitters towards the end of the night. it is a fucking awesome drink. a lot of people won't like it i'm sure. it's strong as fuck-- but delicious.

anyway i need breakfast after talking about this.

such an awesome book. i learned quite a lot of good drink tips from Giles. for example, early one morning:


Under Giles's sleepy but telling supervision, champagne cocktails went into production - "After all, it's practically eleven o'clock," Andy had said. One-and-a-half-liter bottles of 1979 Moet & Chandon were removed by Quentin and Andy from the semi-deepfreeze in the washroom while crates of reinforcements were shipped in by Skip from the garage. Giles then entrusted Quentin with his doorkeys and commissioned him to go up and enter his room, locate and gain admittance to his drinks cupboard, and detach from it five, perhaps six liters of Napoleon brandy.

"Beat me, beat me," enthused Andy as the record player emitted sounds of what might have been a burning menagerie superimposed over a Sunday school choir practice. Windows were thrown open. Quentin marshaled the hash kits and amyl-nitrate poppers. Skip toured the room, his large hands cupping a pyramid of wide-spectrum amphetamines. Marvell issued depressants from the dinette-feature alcove. They were all talking.

"The thing is actually," broke in Giles, keeping a sensible distance between himself and the waiting ranks of champagne bottles, "I've always found that the thing is, actually, is to put a hell of a lot of brandy in them. About four or five times as much as anyone else ever puts in them - ever. At least half and half. At least. If in doubt, make believe the brandy is the champagne and the champagne is the brandy."


by noon:

Sometimes his mind would go quite blank and Giles would briefly escape, returning with a soft sigh of gratitude.
"Hi. Want another cocktail, Giles?" It was Roxanne.
"No, I... the actually gin," he mumbled.

i've never read much of martin amis. contemporary british writers seem to me like a bunch of gimmicky cunts. just like contemporary american writers. ha ha. but i'll have a look.