All Flesh

No run this morning, as last night I began feeling cold symptoms, and I had a fitful, short night. It seems just common sense, and even my stubborn will recognises the value of gentleness in letting a cold run its course. I got up (early, but sleep wasn’t on the menu) and made coffee, ate some fruit, grim-scrolled for a while, dozed, and will go up to dress, attend Morning Prayer (masked), check messages at the Parish Centre, pick up a grocery or two, and come home for a nap. That’s as far ahead as I’m planning.

Advent Gin Fourteen

On Advent Gin day fourteen, the lot falls on the Kyoto Distillery’s Ki No Bi Sei dry gin. This gin comes with several botanicals about which I know nothing more than I learn from Wikipedia, so I’ll plunge headlong into tasting.
This is a strong *gin* gin, the most astringent I’ve tasted this month. The first sip gives your tongue a slap—Ki No Bi Sei has no patience for leisurely introductions. Once you’ve caught your breath, though, it reveals more nuances, led by (to my taste) floral notes on a steady juniper platform. As I continue sipping, the citrus notes unfold pleasantly. The end runs to the verge of metallic, but stops short and fades to the juniper. I don’t detect anything that shouts out its Japanese origin, but then I’m honestly not equipped so to do.
Ki No Bi Sei provides an interesting twist on the classic gin. It’s a little thin at the start, but blossoms very favourably if you’re patient. PSA: It’s Navy Strength, 54.4% ABV, so if you’re having more than 1, you might get vividly curtained* faster than you expected to (planning ahead, as of course every civilised person doth).
Good straight-up gin, esp. if you like Japan, I guess.


* Cf. Madeline Odent, ‘any noun in the entire English language can be a British euphemism for getting drunk, you just add an adverb before and “ed” on the end’.

Lucky Advent Thirteen

Not wanting to fall further behind, Advent Gin day thirteen began on schedule with a wee bottle of XII Gin, a bottle that answers the challenge of naming their gin by using the Roman numerals for the *twelve* plants and spices they use in distilling. It is a *gin* gin, for which I am pleased.
It hails from Haute-Provence, and the herbs and spices (1 more than KFC!) do give a distinctive taste. The overall flavour has a fuller base than some gins; this may be what they mean by its ‘rich and authentic taste’ (I disapprove of uneigentlich gins). The herbal and floral notes are reticent, though, so that it tastes as if its pulling its punches. Come on, XII, dial it up a little!
I’ve referred to one or two of the previous offerings as ‘gin for people who don’t like gin’; XII is a good dry gin that’s not likely to give offence, unless from gin lovers who want a bit more punch. I like it well enough, but in a few minutes I won’t be able to form a strong recollection of just how it tasted — while I’m still thinking about that Isle of Harris from a week ago, even the Hoxton Tropical. I don’t think it probable that I’ll reach out to pick a bottle of XII Dry Gin off the shelf.

Advent [Gin] Twelve

As the sun sets on the 12th day of Advent Gin, we open our wee dram of Blackeye London Dry Gin. I approach the glass with trepidation—not because I fear the violence associate with the name (or its rugby-playing producers), but cos several aspects of its promotion state clearly and firmly: gimmick. Rugby stars, citrus-forward, donations to a good cause, all sound like excuses to sell a gin whose primary virtues are Sport Stars, Flavour, and Charity rather than, you know, quality gin.
I was wrong to doubt. The leading fruit is not bold but gentle, leading to a proper gin middle with sturdy juniper and supporting herbal notes. The ending tends a little more harsh pepper than I’d like, but I can well imagine others appreciating it. On the whole, it steers an entirely satisfactory between being flavour-led and being strictly botanical. I was going to say ‘… still not quite my thing’, but after allowing the gin time to settle on my tongue, I admire it more than I thought I would (even after overcoming my initial scepticism). Not at all a novelty act, this is an accomplished top tier player. I prefer a greater commitment to juniper and botanicals, but Blackeye would be a welcome addition to my liquor cabinet for visitors who like their gin a little easier to drink, and bless ’em, they should have their tipple too.
My Advent League Table still has Still Pool and Isle of Harris neck and neck, but Blackeye joins the challengers close behind.

Goes To Eleven

(Rob Reiner ???)

On the eleventh day of Advent Gin (yes, I’m 2 days behind) the gin du jour is Isle of Harris. I’m acquainted with this through friends with a family attachment to the island, who served a dram with drops of sugar kelp water added. I don’t have kelp water on hand, so I resort to a simple G&T on ice. The promotion for Isle of Harris features said sugar kelp, with Macedonian juniper, pine needles, coriander, cubebs, bitter orange, angelica, cassia, orris, and liquorice, and they ascribe to the whole a marine taste. I spotted the not-quite-salty tone right away (it persists on the palate as what they aptly call a ‘flinty’ note), likewise the pine. The botanicals knit together beautifully; the orange stands back, the liquorice moves slightly forward, but all work famously. Margaret prefers the gins with a stronger fruit flavour; I enjoy those, but purer gins face head on the challenge of turning an astringent, medicinal taste to an appealing spirit with subtle blending of the juniper with other botanicals, and I especially admire those that meet that challenge. Isle of Harris enjoys the benefit of recency bias, but it’s right up there with the best from this Advent.

A Decade of Days of Advent Gin

Day ten of Advent Gin features Hepple Gin, a welcome gin without adornments. Hepple explains that their process involves vacuum distillation and CO? extraction; their botanicals include juniper (Italian, local, and Macedonian), lemon, and lovage. I found a slightly woody aroma at the start, but the juniper took over when I tasted; the lovage prevails over lemon, though the lemon lingers and provides a firm background for the herbal notes.
I appreciated the unusual blend of junipers, and the lovage mediating to the lemon. It went down well with Fever Tree tonic. One of my favourites so far.

Nine, Danke

I don’t think the sun ever gets over the yardarm in midwinter in England, but it’s close enough o’clock for me to taste today’s Advent Gin (#9): Bathtub Gin Persian Lime & Orange Blossom. The claim identifies floral notes along with the named flavours; Margaret and I spotted the floral start right away, and I perceive the lime, and, *very* lightly, the orange. The lime and floral definitely linger; I fear the juniper is overshadowed, though not overwhelmed. On continued sipping, though, the juniper substrate stands up. The overall effect reminds me of the Cotswold Hedgerow: sturdy but gentle flavoured drink, well tuned to the gin underlying the additional flavouring but complementing, not treading over the juniper and herbs.
Well suited to a more-than-just-gin G&T (or neat), but I’d be cautious mixing. On the other hand, I’m frugal about mixers anyway. Very fine job…

Eight Drams a-Drinking

Today’s Advent Gin is Cotswolds Hedgerow Gin, to which I was looking forward because I greatly enjoyed a bottle of their Dry Gin a few years ago. The Hedgerow variety begins with the Dry Gin and blends it with hedgerow fruits (sloes, damsons, blackberries, bullace). The resulting blend is an interesting via media between their Dry Gin and a full-on Sloe Gin (or other berried infusion). I would understand if someone thought it fell between the stools, but it’s growing on me. The restraint of the infusion allows the gin to make itself known without the botanicals dominating, and to lend the whole the prominent, but not dominant, berry notes. If I wanted a sloe gin (for mixing or sipping), I wouldn’t choose this, nor would I choose it for an austere G&T; it is its own concoction, an alternative to straight gin, perhaps for late night…

On the Seventh Day of Advent

…my true love gave to me: Tanqueray No. Ten, a reputedly ‘ultra-premium’ gin. I am humbled to be in its presence.
Tanqueray highlights its prominent citrus and chamomile influences. I, in turn, am happy to taste a right gin-ny gin. I started perceiving its neutrality — no big loud leading flavours (despite Tanqueray’s promo of the citrus). The chamomile balances the citrus brilliantly — neither dominates, each complements. The result is smooth, with enough botanical edge to please a fussy codger such as I but not an ascetical bitterness. There’s a real craft to this balancing act, building an overall effect of unmistakable botanical intricacy, without a trace of the sales-pitch flavouring that draws partisans of one or another fruit or herb. Well done, Tanqueray; Still Pool & No. Ten in close company.

Thursday?

I got my morning run in before the rain started, and trimmed a half minute from yesterday’s time (the result was still nothing to brag about, though once again my average — slowed down by yesterday’s pace — matched almost exactly the time I ran, which consoles my peculiar mind); then coffee and fruit, cleaning up, Morning Prayer, and public office hours at R&R.

This afternoon, I’ll try to make progress on The Last Essay or on my impending sermons, and perhaps place a large order for groceries. Oh, the excitement!

Advent Gins Six

The sixth day of Advent Gin is Gin Mare, a name I recognised and had been looking out for a chance to try. The distillers emphasise its production with arbequina olives, rosemary, thyme, and basil (among other botanicals). I can’t claim that I could isolate one or another of these, but that’s as much as saying that it’s artfully blended, without allowing any single ingredient to dominate the others. (That’s not strictly true, since I infer that the single prominent flavour that I couldn’t place must be the olives — an agreeable complement to the rest of the gin.)
I like it. You’d want to be careful about what you mix it with, but in a G&T or in a carefully chosen cocktail, this could bring an unusual, subtle note that enhances drinks that lean less toward the sweet and more toward the astringent.

Advent Gins, Day Five

The fifth day of Advent Gin is from Edinburgh, Lind & Lime. The Leith-based distillers recall the anti-scurvy properties of citrus with a lime-forward gin, cut with pink peppercorn and cardamom among other botanicals. The lime is unmistakeable; the peppercorn, perhaps, a strong second; the juniper stands in the background. I miss the juniper, as in several other of the Advent Gins, but if one is going to overdo an added note, lime seems a sensible flavour, as if someone splashed a generous dose of lime juice onto a G&T.
Margaret detected the cardamom, though I couldn’t place it.
I thought I noticed a very slightly sweet note to the body, almost as if it were a cucumber slice (which I do occasionally enjoy with a G&T), but I couldn’t place the source of it.
Still Pool remains #1, and this joins Tobermory and the Kew Gin as next favourites.

Advent Gins, Year Four

Today’s Advent Gin is East London Gin Co. Kew Gin. The distillers foreground juniper, Douglas fir, and orange, with lavender, angelica, fennel, coriander, and liquorice; my taste affirms the top three, and although I couldn’t pick out the remaining botanicals, they combine to provide a steady foundation for the leading notes. Kew Gin is not aggressively medicinal, a pleasant reminder that gin doesn’t have to punish you for enjoying it, though I think I’d perk up a bit more if the fir were a hiccough more prominent, the orange a tiny bit less so.
On this fourth of the month, I’d group it with yesterday’s Tobermory: both are gentle, as if for tentative drinkers (and that’s okay with me), both ahead of Hoxton Tropical, and my favourite so far is still Silent Pool.

Advent Gins, Day Three

Tonight’s Advent Gin is Toberymory (Isle of Mull), and it makes a pronounced contrast to yesterday’s Hoxton Tropical. Where Hoxton Tropical slaps you in the face with flavour, Tobermory opts for an extremely subtle approach, subtle to the extent that it may be overwhelmed even by tonic water.
The gin professes notes of citrus, vanilla, & malt, of which I recognised principally vanilla (with a hint of citrus). The botanicals steered very clear of medicinal flavours, with a faint floral ending. I’d have encouraged a slightly bolder taste, if only to fend off complaints that it’s too pale. But for someone who wants to like gin, who’s put off by both strong botanicals and secondary flavourings, and who generally appreciates subtlety and gentleness in taste, Tobermory scores well. I think I’ll stick closer to the sterner tastes, but I respect finesse and what Tobermory does here.

Advent Gins, Day Two

Last night’s Advent Gin was Hoxton Tropical, which reviews give Marmite reviews. Some thought it wasn’t even gin; some thought it was exactly what they like about spirits.
I tend to disfavour flavoured gins, but it’s Advent and I approached Hoxton in a spirit of openness.
The reviews actually convey very aptly what I encountered. The sample led strongly with grapefruit (which I like) and coconut (which is not my favourite); if that’s what you’re after, this is the flavoured gin for you. The juniper spine to the gin, though, was so subtle as to be almost undetectable. I can see a definite niche for a gin with a lighter hand on the grapefruit/coconut ladle; I sometimes take my G&Ts with a grapefruit slice, & though I tend to dislike coconut, I see its appeal in such a drink. But for me, gin should be gin 1st and a flavoured drink 2nd. Hoxton’s Tropical is gin 2nd.

Advent Gins, Starting From One

Margaret gave me a gin Advent calendar this year, and I’ve been posting what a more expert gin taster would call ‘tasting notes’ on Bluesky — but this is the sort of thing I should keep at hand here, with a new category of its own. I’ll add here the posts I’ve already written, doubling or tripling up in order to catch up. Here’s the first I wrote, more than two weeks ago.


Day One of the gin calendar is Silent Pool gin, of which the Gin Guild description is good. I noted the juniper right away, and thought I detected elderberry. Strong medicinals, clean and sharp straight-up gin. Strong approval.
In response to someone’s assent, I added: I was pleased — I thought it might favour a twist of lime in a G&T, or a bitter orange.

Wednesday, Third Advent

Rainy yesterday morning, so I didn’t run. Instead, I had a bit of a lie-in, cleaned up, went to Morning Prayer and thence (with Mthr Jen) to have a Home Communion with Fr Keith at Albert Lodge. Then I headed home for lunch, and my weekly appointment. By that time, I was pretty worn out and mostly mopped up bits and bobs from email and so on.

This morning I had my run in 1° temps, legs not really getting limber for the whole run, so I ran to a slower pace. Coffee and hot breakfast, cleaning up, will head to Morning Prayer, perhaps run some errands, home to proofread the St Helen’s newsletter, then the midweek Communion and the Christmas Dinner for the midweek regulars. Then…

Usual Day Again

Last week, Oxford dominated my time — between interviewing and the SCR Christmas Dinner, I oriented a lot of energy toward college business rather than parish business. Today everything pivots back to the parish, for the last days of Advent and the run-up to Christmas.

This morning I resumed my daily runs with another near-perfectly average run — a bit of a relief, since I hadn’t had a run since, oooh, Thursday? Coffee and fruit, cleaned up, I’ll go to Morning Prayer and then return here for doing some bits and bobs preparatory to Advent purposes.

There And Back Again

This morning Margaret and I set out at a fair hour to board the first of three modes of public transport that bore us from Abingdon to London, to observe Gaudete Sunday at All Saints Margaret Street. All vehicles and timings favoured us, so we arrived in plenty of time and availed ourselves of the chance both to gaze admiringly and to prepare our hearts and minds for sacred worship.

After, and after the good people of Margaret St wound down the after-Mass festivities, we were offered a [vegetarian] Sunday dinner that couldn’t be beat by Fr Alan and his mum, who was visiting. A brilliant symposium, with wonderful friends, and smooth travel home. Splendid day….

Aftermath

Yesterday morning I took a walking-running day instead of a full run, on the principle of giving my body rebound time and perhaps lengthening the span of years in which I can actually take a morning run. Coffee and fruit, then I cleaned up and went to Morning Prayer, after which Margaret and I went to R&R for some public office hours. When we got home, I had a bit of lunch, did some online holiday shopping, and gradually gathered my forces to go in to Oxford to shop in person. (A series of modest victories ensued.)

Then I crossed the street to Oriel’s chapel for a pre-Christmas miniature Christmas Lessons and Carols for the SCR, followed by the SCR Christmas Dinner. All was lovely, as usual; we caught up with friends and got home in good time to get to sleep around midnight. I’m taking today as a mental rest day, which together with a visit to London tomorrow will make for a much-needed preparatory refreshment before the last weeks of Advent and Christmastide.