I mean, when a gin’s called Boxer, how am I meant to avoid the most bloody obvious metaphor? Christ. Give me something to work with. Fortunately, Boxer Gin does exactly that, in abundance, as soon as you get it into your gob. Here’s how it measures up.
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Fort Gin Review: Mighty Fortress or Crumbling Ruin?
Now, a fort is supposed to protect you against danger, right? I’m not convinced. Fort Gin, y’see, is pretty damn dangerous in itself. Take a gulp and you’ll understand why…
Clos Triguedina / Clos Putney High Street / Cahors Blimey
Jesus, if this is what Putney smells like, no wonder SW15 property prices are so bloody high.
Vina Arana Reserva, La Rioja Alta 2001 review
… is like a sweet mouthful of ripest autumn — and is the nicest wine to grace Old Parn’s palate so far this year
Verd Albera, Emporda review
… is a plump, florid, indulgent kind of wine — a hint of that chardonnay roundness and chubbiness, overlaid with a sprinkling of spice and pepper
Arabella Reserve Shiraz Viognier review
… smells like Bulgarian woodsmoke in August; smells like respite from the guilt of being A Bit Shit With Bulgarian Orphans; smells like charmingly self-indulgent adolescent ennui
Bricco Rosso Suagna Langhe Rosso 2006 review
… is neither despicable nor mucky. Or, if it is a tiny bit mucky, only in a reassuringly rustic kind of way.
Potel Aviron Moulin-a-Vent 2005 review
… triumphantly reminds us that the word ‘fruity’ actually refers to real, honest fruit — not the synthetic sugar-water peddled by oily bell-ends in ugly suits
Sainsbury’s Gruner Veltliner 2010 (Taste the Difference)
… is exactly the kind of dry white wine with which you’d want to slake your dusty thirst after half an hour’s bypass-trudging