After a long seaside cliff hike on a rainy day in Mumbles, Wales back in June my wife and I came across a bar called Gin & Juice. This epic fucking pub had TWELVE PAGES of gin from around the world, sorted into categories by characteristics such as dry, herbal, and unusual, etc. Naturally I picked my way through the “unusual” category. Among the most unique ones I tried was one from Ireland’s Aran Islands that was made from seaweed, and had a delicate briny aroma and umami flavor. A month later I visited Ireland and Inis Mór, the largest of the Aran Islands. Getting to explore the region the gin comes from was really cool; breathing the cool saline island air made me realize that they had truly the essence of the island in that bottle. Yeah, gin is magical.
Definitely! Traveling and stumbling across unexpected places (and then stumbling out of them for other reasons) is such a great piece of life. Since I read your post this morning I’ve been thinking about gin and salivating. I chose the wrong month to take a break from drinking!
Hah! Lots going on in that Hogarth print. Clearly that bare breasted woman who can’t be bothered with her cub in the foreground has something especially decadent in her little tin. What could it be? And see that fellow wearing a bellows on his head who has speared a similarly discarded small person on his… crutch? It looks like a crutch. I can hardly remember the last time I wore a bellows, but I’m proud to say I have never speared a wee child yet. My favorite characters here are the man and the little dog sharing a bone.
I love gin, but it makes me inappropriate and likely to wake up somewhere I don’t recognize, so I really don’t drink it anymore. I am on Beer Street.
Thanks for all the La La La Las, and this delightful opportunity to examine this fine work of art. Still looking for the Muffin Man though…
Ha! Thank you. A wonderful breakdown of Gin Lane. We too love the human-dog sharing moment, what a delightful portrayal of inter-species cooperation. And I guess the muffin man might have actually been a "ragamuffin", according to our sources? History, eh!
After a long seaside cliff hike on a rainy day in Mumbles, Wales back in June my wife and I came across a bar called Gin & Juice. This epic fucking pub had TWELVE PAGES of gin from around the world, sorted into categories by characteristics such as dry, herbal, and unusual, etc. Naturally I picked my way through the “unusual” category. Among the most unique ones I tried was one from Ireland’s Aran Islands that was made from seaweed, and had a delicate briny aroma and umami flavor. A month later I visited Ireland and Inis Mór, the largest of the Aran Islands. Getting to explore the region the gin comes from was really cool; breathing the cool saline island air made me realize that they had truly the essence of the island in that bottle. Yeah, gin is magical.
Isn't it little discoveries like that which make the hikes worth it? Glorious tale, we can almost taste the gin reading it. God, gin is fantastic.
Definitely! Traveling and stumbling across unexpected places (and then stumbling out of them for other reasons) is such a great piece of life. Since I read your post this morning I’ve been thinking about gin and salivating. I chose the wrong month to take a break from drinking!
Hah! Lots going on in that Hogarth print. Clearly that bare breasted woman who can’t be bothered with her cub in the foreground has something especially decadent in her little tin. What could it be? And see that fellow wearing a bellows on his head who has speared a similarly discarded small person on his… crutch? It looks like a crutch. I can hardly remember the last time I wore a bellows, but I’m proud to say I have never speared a wee child yet. My favorite characters here are the man and the little dog sharing a bone.
I love gin, but it makes me inappropriate and likely to wake up somewhere I don’t recognize, so I really don’t drink it anymore. I am on Beer Street.
Thanks for all the La La La Las, and this delightful opportunity to examine this fine work of art. Still looking for the Muffin Man though…
Ha! Thank you. A wonderful breakdown of Gin Lane. We too love the human-dog sharing moment, what a delightful portrayal of inter-species cooperation. And I guess the muffin man might have actually been a "ragamuffin", according to our sources? History, eh!