Notes on Fortified Mischief

It’s not about what’s in it. But for those who need a clue - yes, it’s fortified.

Britain’s relationship with fortified wine has always been… layered. A sherry in the parlour. A port after shooting. A Dubonnet with lemon, if you knew the right person.

Somewhere between apéritif and antidote, it found its way into the bloodstream of English ritual. A drink for old clubs, dusty decanters, and anyone who knew not to ask for ice.

So we bottled it. Not tradition. Not a copy. Just the spirit of the thing - gin and something strong enough to raise a brow.

The result isn’t sweet. It isn’t bitter. It’s just G&D.

You’ll taste the heritage. But you won’t be able to place it.

Filed under:Spirits, traditions, and things the EU probably wouldn’t approve.

Filed under:Sightings, English ritual, and things that arrive without being announced.