Oh dear lord … this is not going to be good for my liver. Excerpt from the article, quoted below:
FOUR years ago, Jordan Silbert had a gin and tonic that changed his life. The gin may have played some role, but the real catalyst was a large bottle of Schweppes tonic water, its label peeling and faded, plucked from the back of a bodega refrigerator.
“You could see it going flat as you drank it,” he said. The tonic was so sweet and viscous that Mr. Silbert said he felt as if his teeth were wearing sweaters. In that moment he understood that building a better tonic water was his calling, and he eventually left his job as director of rebuilding initiatives for the Downtown Alliance in New York to go to business school and pursue it.
Not many people give much thought to tonic water, but those who do think deeply. Until recently, all Mr. Silbert had to show for his meditations were 1,200 single-serving bottles of a lean, briskly carbonated tonic water called Q stacked in a storage unit on 11th Avenue in Manhattan.
For now, not only must I continue to sample and savor various premium vodkas (and non-grain-based clear, “flavorless” distillations that may shortly no longer be able to be called vodka), but will have to sample each of them with premium tonics as well.
I might as well schedule the transplant now.
Is cloning legal yet, so I can have a ready supply of parts to harvest?