Handcrafted German Dry Gin in a handsome American 1962 V8 Chevrolet C10 Panel Truck. An excellent recipe! By the way, the next G20 Summit will take place on the 7th and 8th of July right in the background at Hamburg’s Messehallen Convention Centre.
To know gin is to know life. As a bartender it is very important to know your gins well, whether you are matching the right botanicals to go with the rest of the ingredients in the cocktail or suggesting the correct gin for a G&T. To help you understand the basics of gin I have made a list of different types you will come across.
Here are the different styles of lovely lovely Gin:
London Dry: The most popular from all the types. Named dry as it does not contain any sugar to make it sweet. Originally only made in London, but now can be made in any part of the world as long as it sticks to the rules. Mostly around 45% ABV, and characterized by citrus notes and aroma coming from the use of dried orange and lemon peels. Famous brands: Beefeater, Bombay, Tanqueray, Gordons, Broker’s.
Plymouth: England’s only protectedgin with a geographical indication that can only be made in Plymouth, using water from Dartmoor.Knownfor his mere seven-botanical recipe it is a less drier gin with more earthy notes. Famous Brands: Well…. Plymouth.
Old Tom: The father of London dry this is a Victorian style gin from the 1800′s made the old way. Old Tom has a fuller body and is much sweeter. That is because during the Gin boom many bathtub gins didn’t have thebest equipment to distill a clean gin. The final product had many impurities and imperfections that made the gin taste bad. The way to cover that was to add more botanicals and sugar to the spirit.This gin is used to make many classic cocktails such as the Martinez, Tom Collins, Gin Rickey. Famous Brands: Hayman’s, Ransom, Tanqueray Old Tom.
New Western/American (International):These are new gins on the market that focus on putting less emphasis on juniper and more emphasis on other aromatics. Famous Brands: Hendrick’s, Gin Mare, Aviation.
Gin infused with sloe (blackthorn) drupes
and sugar. It is more of a liqueur than a gin, holding up at around 25% ABV.Most commonly drank during christmas it has a berry sweetness to it. Famous Brands: Many famous brands have their own sloe gin for sale. Gordons, Plymouth, Sipsmith.
Genever: The great grand daddy of gin comes from the Netherlands.Genever otherwise known as Dutch gin is unlike any other gin you will taste. Madefrom malt grains, it gives it a darker color and flavor that is more similar to a light-bodied, botanical whiskey.
Famous Brand: Bols Genever.
Remember to drink responsibly! :)
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Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)
Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, eventual smut, slow burn, Spanish cocktail-making, bad flirting, a bit of cheeky semi-self-insert???
Gif Credit: GIF is not mine, credit goes to the creator! (Also, how nice does he look in this gif? Seriously)
NOTES: In which Simon is a big dork who makes Spanish cocktails, meaning I spent a good hour or so on the Smirnoff website taking notes and regretting my obsession with trying to be realistic. Vamanos!
It’s several hours later and I’m
shifting awkwardly from foot to foot outside the door of the bedroom
I’ve been told is Simon’s. In my arms is a soft white towel and a
toothbrush, as well as clean underwear – which one of Negan’s wives
begrudgingly bestowed on me – and fresh clothes for the next
“I know what you’re thinking.” The
blonde girl – Amber, someone called her, I think - whispered as she
handed me the fragile lace undergarments, her fair brow furrowed.
“It’s disgusting. But we chose this for ourselves. He wasn’t
“I didn’t mean that I thought you
were gross.” I replied, ashamed as I accepted the clothes. “I
“What’s the difference, really?”
She shrugged, moving her long hair over her shoulder. “You’re lucky
he didn’t kill you for talking like that.”
“Does he usually do that?” I asked
after her, but she’d already disappeared into her own bedroom.
“Okay, so…” I murmur to myself,
rolling the toothbrush between my fingers. “Hi, Simon! I know we
just met but I got in trouble with your rampantly-sexual boss and now
I have to sleep with you.” I say to the closed door. “Not with
you, just in the same room as you. But it’s cool because I don’t take
up much room – I can fold up like an accordion and just, like, slot
under your bed. You won’t even know that I’m there, I’m super quiet.
Like a ninja-”
“Who’re you talking to?” Says a
familiar voice and I give a spasmodic jerk, almost dropping the
objects in my arms.
Summary: You have been
with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a
close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room
you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.
Author’s Notes: Do you
ever have a scene in mind – like you don’t know where the story is going, but
this scene appears out of the blue and you know when you write the story it has
to be there? This scene is like that for me. Before I had worked out all the
details for the progression of this story I knew this scene had to be in it.
For full effect listen to Beyonce’s “Crazy In Love- Remix” when reading.
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“Y/N!” Wanda shouted as she shook me out of my sleep.
“I swear to god – I need to use the lock more,” I muttered
sleepily as I opened my eyes. I looked at my alarm clock and shot straight up.
“Oh god! I only have three hours to get ready?! How did I manage to sleep all
day!” Without any further prompting from Wanda I ran clumsily to the bathroom
and jumped into the shower. I knew the people that Tony had hired to do our
hair and makeup, on Wanda’s request, would be arriving at any moment and I
wanted to avoid Tony’s direct ire today.
“Has Bucky gotten in?” I asked hopefully through the door as
I stepped out of the shower.
“No,” Wanda responded. My heart sank. I had been holding on
to a sliver of hope that he would make it back in time, but I reminded myself
that whatever he was doing was important. He had told me he would try his best
to be back in time, and I trusted in that. With that being said – it made me
less than eager to go on my own.
“Do I still have to go?” I asked miserably as I walked back
into my room to grab my sweats so I could get dressed in the bathroom.
“Since you more or less swore on your eternal soul to Tony
that you would be there, I would say… yes,” Wanda replied through the bathroom
door as I dressed. I groaned in protest as I opened the door. “Oh come on Y/N.
What else would you do? Sit at home alone and sulk? At least this will give you
something to do! And it’s Christmas Eve – we need to all be together.” Of
course she was right – I followed her down the hallway to the common area,
which now looked like a beauty triage unit.
After two and a half hours of being poked, prodded, brushed,
and painted I followed Wanda back to room to get dressed. First I put on the
lingerie that Wanda was adamant that I wear – even though it made me feel
ridiculous, and then I allowed her to help me with the red gown. It certainly
fit better with all the alterations that had been made to it. Within no time we
were both dressed and ready to go. I had secretly been practicing walking in
the killer heels, that Wanda had demanded I buy, for weeks so I was able to
confidently walk down the hall with her to meet the guys. Upon our arrival
Tony’s face lit up, and Steve blushed furiously. “What? Do I have something in
my teeth or…?” I asked self-consciously.
“No – you look amazing!” Tony exclaimed with a clap of his
hands. I could feel the heat rushing up my neck and to my cheeks.
“You really do look great,” Steve added. “I know Bucky
really wanted to be here – and after seeing pictures of you I can guarantee
that he will be mad that his missed it,” he added with a wink. I smiled shyly
at everyone – I never liked to be the center of attention but there was
something about their admiring glances that made me feel powerful. I had
constantly fought to stay out of the spotlight but I was beginning to realize
it wasn’t bad to feel admired – especially after being miserable for weeks. “I
thought I could maybe escort you since Buck isn’t here?” Steve asked
“Sure Steve – that would be great. Tony, should we be going
now?” I asked anxiously. As much as I was enjoying their attention I was really
ready to get the show on the road.
“Yes!” Tony responded and just like that he herded us into
the elevator with a swish of his hands.
We arrived at the hotel hosting the gala and were greeted
with a barrage of handshakes and camera flashes. The way to the entrance seemed
to stretch for an eternity as photographers shouted out commands for us to stop
and pose. Steve was a calming presence beside me – we were both out of our
element but I was glad that he had asked to escort me in the absence of Bucky.
I must have breathed an audible sigh of relief once we
entered into the lobby, because Steve turned to me and grinned. “I feel like
that sums up that experience quite nicely,” he chuckled.
“I think the flashes are permanently seared into my eyes,” I
complained as I shrugged out of my coat and handed it to the waiting attendant.
“Of course the press is going to have a field day – did you hear the one guy
call me Captain America’s girlfriend? What the hell?” I shook my head. Steve
chuckled and offered his arm to me as we walked into the ballroom.
Steve whistled as we took in the full effect of the party
that stretched out before us. “Stark’s out done himself this time,” he muttered
under his breath.
I had to laugh because he was right. Tony always found a way
to make his parties bigger and grander than the last. A full orchestra and the
ridiculously huge Christmas trees around the room seemed to to fit together in
the perfect way. “Tony always knows how to throw a party,” I laughed as I shook
“Well, shall we dance?” Steve raised an eyebrow in question.
“You know if we don’t mingle and interact there will be hell to pay with Tony.”
I was pretty impressed that Steve was as good of a dancer as
he was, and was actually really beginning to enjoy myself. As he turned me I
stopped in my tracks – I saw a familiar back – the broad shoulders were shifting
uncomfortably under the suit jacket as the man carried on a conversation with
someone. He turned slowly towards me and before Steve grabbed my hand to spin
me back to him my eyes met Bucky’s. My brain hadn’t even had time to process
before Steve spun me again – this time letting go of me. Suddenly I was caught
in Bucky’s embrace. He grinned at Steve as he grabbed my waist and brought me
as close to him as he could. One hand remained on my lower back and the other
held on to my hand tightly.
“Hey there, doll,” he whispered in my ear. My body felt like
it was on high alert – his voice, his touch, his smell – after being apart for
almost a month I wanted to pull him into a closet and have my way with him. “I
hope you don’t mind if I cut in.” Every word he spoke dripped with seduction. I
could feel the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile as it rested on the side
of my head. This was a different side of Bucky I hadn’t experienced before – he
was cocky and, if I was being honest, a damn good dancer. He may have been out
of his element and uncomfortable, but he didn’t let on at all.
“Hi,” I answered meekly into his chest to which he laughed
heartedly. I was having a hard time formulating words. All I could think about
was the touch of his body against mine. I felt like I was holding a live wire
and the rest of my body was tingling with electricity. I finally quelled enough
of the feeling to get a grip on the real world, and peeked up at him. “You cut
your hair… I like it.” His hair was slightly shorter and pushed back except for
one part that fell forward into his face.
He laughed again. “You look beautiful tonight; did you know
that?” he muttered into my ear.
“So I have heard,” I sighed back. With what I was thinking
about – I was eternally grateful for Wanda’s urging me to buy something special
to wear under my dress.
“I heard all about Captain America’s beautiful girlfriend
when I got here and I just had to see for myself,” he added sarcastically. I
looked up and opened my mouth to protest, but he just looked amused. “I’m
kidding doll – you’re mine and I know it,” he growled playfully into my ear.
“Oh am I?” I asked playfully. I couldn’t help but think he
was a little jealous, and after a month of being apart and worrying – I would
by lying if I said I didn’t like it.
“Really,” he said seriously as he spun me. He pulled me back
into him and kissed me hard— only breaking away to take a breath. He raised his
eyebrows playfully as he bent down to kiss me again – biting my lip.
“We should um…leave…” I said breathlessly as he pulled away
from me again. “Now.” I was afraid that I was going to combust if we didn’t.
“Let’s go,” he muttered as he hooked his arm in mine and led
me towards the lobby. “I have a room – but first – let’s take advantage of
Tony’s open bar,” he smirked as we walked towards it. “What do you want?” he
asked as he let go of my arm – there was quite a crowd so I hung back out of
“Gin Martini – dry,” I called back to him as he turned to
fight his way to the bar.
As I was admiring him a voice broke my revelry. “Thought you came here with Captain America?
What are you, a super hero groupie?” the man asked cockily.
I turned around with my eyebrows raised to come face to face
with the guy I had choked out at Tony’s last party. I just stared at him
annoyed – I was trying my best to keep my temper in check because I didn’t want
to detract from Tony’s event. Seeing that I wasn’t going to respond he
continued, “But that guy really isn’t a hero is he? He’s a fucking murderer.
Everyone thinks so… if my dad had had his way your buddy would have been dead a
long time ago,” he sneered.
Bucky brushed up against me and I looked over at him. His
eyes were steely, and his body was tense. “Y/N, is he bothering you?” he asked
coolly. I could tell by his voice that he had heard everything the man had
“What are you going to do about it buddy? You gonna kill me
too?” He had his mouth open to say more but was silenced by an audible crunch.
In a completely blind rage I had punched him straight in the nose – breaking it
immediately. His eyes watered as blood gushed from it.
“He won’t kill you – but I can’t say the same for myself.
I’m sure you’ve heard enough about me from your daddy to know that’s true. Now
why don’t you get the fuck out of here,” I said through gritted teeth. “Come
on, Buck. Let’s go,” I added as I grabbed my drink from him. I could see out of
the corner of my eye that Bucky’s expression was mix of astonishment,
admiration, and humor. As we walked towards the lobby I downed my drink and
placed the empty glass on a table as we passed. I grabbed Bucky by the hand and
he followed me obligingly to the elevators. “What floor?” I asked calmly as we
“Penthouse,” he replied. I hit the appropriate button and as
soon as the doors closed he was on me. He pinned me to the wall of the elevator
as he pressed himself against me. His hands groped at the clingy fabric of my
dress as his mouth sought mine. He wasted no time letting me know what awaited
me once we arrived at the penthouse. Finally, the elevator doors opened and he
grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. We made it as far as the hallway
before he stopped and gently pushed me against the wall. “I can’t wait
anymore,” he whispered as he kissed down my neck and pulled up the hem of my
dress. As his hands explored my thighs they came across the lace of my
lingerie. He paused momentarily with a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Something for you,” I replied breathlessly.
“Maybe I can wait a little longer” he muttered as he grabbed
my hand and led me to the bedroom. Once we were there he pulled me into him and
kissed down my neck and spine as he unzipped my dress. Before he could take it
off I turned and pushed him playfully on the bed.
“You need to be patient,” I said coyly.
“It’s been a month doll – I’m not sure how much longer I can
wait,” he answered darkly. He bit his bottom lip as he ran his hand through his
hair. I tsk’ed at him as I slowly let my dress fall to the floor. He drew in a
sharp breath as he drank me in. Slowly I crawled on top of him—pinning him to
the bed. He leaned up to bring his mouth to mine – his hands flying erratically
all over my body. I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could – all the while
my mouth keeping contact with his. Finally, I raised up and unbuttoned his
pants. He graciously removed the rest of his clothes and flipped me on my back.
His metal hand traced up and down my thigh teasingly as he kissed me. Suddenly
I heard a rip and saw the black lace fabric that was once my underwear fly
across the room. “I’ll buy you another,” he muttered as he kissed down my neck
and my breasts. Suddenly he thrust himself into me causing me to cry out in
surprise and pleasure. He groaned lowly as he moved back and forth. I dug my
fingernails into his back as his thrusts brought me closer and closer to the
edge. Finally, I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and matched his
movements causing us both to cry out as we each found our release. He rolled
off of me and onto his back with an audible sigh. “Maybe we should wait for a
month more often,” he laughed as he ran his hands through his hair.
“Or you can be here and we can do this every night,” I added
coyly as I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat furiously
and I had to smile. “I missed you,” I added as I wrapped my arms around him.
“I missed you too, doll,” he whispered as he kissed the top
of my head and stroked my back. We fell into silence as our bodies began to
relax. His breathing mixed with the rhythm of the strokes of his fingers made my eyes feel heavy. I
closed them peacefully and drifted off to sleep.
I woke up feeling a little hazy – I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep,
but Bucky was still awake and stroking my back. “Buck?” I asked shyly as I
looked up at him.
“Yeah, doll?” He asked as he looked down at me.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you since you
left…” I paused for a moment. If I said what I wanted to say there was no
turning back on what we had. Our friendship swayed in the balance.
“What is it?” he asked curiously – a smile pulling at the
corners of his mouth.
“I love you,” I replied shyly as I nuzzled my face into his
“You do?” he asked as he pulled back. His voice sounded
surprised but his face had lit up like Christmas when I looked at him.
“Mhm,” I replied shyly. Suddenly he rolled me on my back –
pinning me down. He was the happiest I had ever seen him and it made all
anxiety I had about my revelation melt away.
“I love you too,” he replied and kissed me sweetly. After
covering me with kisses he rolled over on his back and pulled me close to him. “Y/N?”
he asked sweetly.
“Oh nothing…” he sounded embarrassed.
“What is it?” I asked as I raised myself up to look at him.
“I just… I think this is the happiest I have ever been,” he
replied with a smile.
I snuggled closely to him and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Me
too, Buck,” I added softly before drifting to sleep.
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Summary: In which Y/N has been waiting all her life to meet her soulmate at exactly midnight New Year’s Eve but never realized until the last second that her best friend Michael wore exact same date and time on his wrist
Summary: Christmas is here and the reader finds herself all alone.
A/N: Just a cute xmas fic I thought of while getting ready on Christmas Eve. Happy holidays y’all!
ETA? You quickly hit send, eager for a response.
Hit the road around 1. Should be there in a few hours. Dean texts back, despite the fact that he’s driving.
You toss your phone on the table and look around.
Dean and Sam had left almost a week ago to take on a hunt, and since it was so close to Christmas, you figured you’d surprise them for when they returned.
Cue the dozens of twinkle lights, leafy garland around the staircase and pillars and a big tree you had Cas help you cut down and decorated, complete with an angel on top.
It finally looked like the most wonderful time of the year in the bunker, and you really hoped Dean and Sam would like it.
You had no idea when the last time Dean and Sam celebrated Christmas, so you wanted to make it really special for them.
You had even sucked it up and hit the local mall to get presents for the boys; some records of Dean’s favorite bands, a record player that actually worked for Dean to play them on, some new boots for Sam since his were falling apart and a copy of American Myths and Legends: 23rd Edition you found at the bookstore. You also bought the boys some high end bottles of their favorite liquor; No. 3 London Dry Gin for Sam and Bushmills 21 Year Old Single Malt Irish Whiskey for Dean. It wasn’t much, but you knew they’d appreciate it none the less.
Now, it was 3pm, the cookies were baked, the egg nog was spiked, and you were decked out in your red Christmas dress with matching Santa hat. The only thing missing was the boys.
Your phone reads 8:14pm and Dean and Sam are still MIA.
Update? You type out, hoping Dean will say that he’s right down the road.
Sorry sweetheart. Hitting traffic outside of Benkelman.
You throw your head back and groan. Benkelman was at least three hours away, without traffic.
Think you’ll make it home tonight? You text with a breaking heart. This wasn’t how you imagined spending Christmas eve.
I’ll be home for Christmas. Promise.
You crack a small smile, and as much you appreciate the thought, you know there’s no way he can definitively keep promise.
You pour yourself another glass of eggnog, your third by now, and turn up Dean Martin’s White Christmas as you plop down in a chair and pray to Cas for the best.
Not Your Classic Negroni… or is it? This one is made with Luxardo Aperitivo instead of Campari, and Vermut Lustau instead of Italian Vermouth. It does contain gin… but instead of a London dry gin, I used Hacienda, made in New Mexico. The Luxardo is a bitter orange liqueur similar to Campari, but not quite as bitter. Lustau is a sherry-based vermouth from Spain… a little more subtle than most vermouths, but still very herbal. Add the very floral NM gin, and you end up with a deeply layered Negroni… different, but a classic all its own.
Check Out this #OnThisDay Photo of my #Mom from back in the day:) 😀
She was so #Beautiful:) ❤
I swear “Betty Jo” was “straight out of an Episode of ”#MadMen"“, with her dark black hair, green eyes, red lipstick and fingernails, and Always with a Pall Mall Cigarette in one hand and a dry gin and tonic Martini in the other:) haha:) My mom literally was "Betty Draper”, except as a brunette:) 💋
“Betty Jo” had one of the most magnetic personalities, that lit up the whole room when she walked in:) 😊
I remember her talkin’ about living in #California with her father, when she was a young woman just starting out:) I always found her stories so fascinating, about her working in Beverly Hills back in the 50’s:) Now, whether they were all true or not who knows?:) haha:) 😁
I like to think that I have my Mom’s “wild and untamed” spirit:) She definitely loved a party, or two:) haha:) 😉