“Beloved, we join hands here to pray for gin. An aridity defiles us. Our innards thirst for the juice of juniper. Something must be done. The Drought threatens to destroy us” – Wallace Thurman, Infants of the Spring

  • Black Tomato Gin

“She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down” – Henry Rollins