I’m not much of a drinker. Never have been.
Ask my college friends: While they were out getting shit-faced on Saturday nights at the Boar’s Nest (yes, the one from “The Dukes of Hazzard”), I was in my dorm, reading or writing.
But in the past couple of years, I’ve discovered craft and specialty spirits and fancy myself something of an amateur mixologist. My evening ritual generally involves inventing cocktails while Francisco cooks.
This morning, I was woken up by the doorbell. FedEx, delivering a box with two bottles of vodka, sent by SubRosa Spirits. I was supposed to try mix ’em up, try ’em out, and review the saffron and tarragon vodkas.
Damn. They got here a day late. The 9 month cocktail fast started last night.