Deck the halls with drams of whisky, fa la la la la… yeah, you know the rest.
Now that the weather is turning cold (or, if you’re in the U.K., replace ‘is turning’ with ‘has turned’), we find our tongue’s booze-buds longing for amber waves of fermented grain. Or at least I do. As big a gin and martini lover as I am, it seems that when the temperature falls, my desire for more warming drinks tends to overtake my love of bright, clear, spirit-based cocktails. An elegant rocks glass with a small (or, depending on the day, not so small) pour of single malt in the bottom, lazily swirled and sipped next to a roaring fire (or clanking radiator if you’re in New York City) seems like the very…
