Define sorrow-drowner. Whisky is if I want to wallow in being properly sad and indulge in deep maudlin gloom. Gin is more life is shit, what the hell, let's be cheerful. Both have their place.
I think you're right about the distinction, but also you need mixers for gin, so from pure practicality whisky drowns more effectively without the furious minute when the tonic has gone (or, worse, gone flat) and yet the sorrow remains.
I am mostly teetotal these days for assorted stupid reasons, but I do like a nice G&T with lime.
Oh! Editing to add that I listened to a lovely /In Our Time/ this week about the GIN CRAZE of the 18th century, and how it was scandalous because WOMEN were making, selling and boozing on the stuff. I love /In Our Time/ anyway but this was a particularly nice one. Recommended.
Edited (forgot the gin podcast) Date: 2017-02-10 08:17 pm (UTC)
My life is regimented by a pussy cat with fixed ideas about doing the same thing every day at the same time. So at 8pm, whatever the weather, we eat ice cream, he licks out the bowl, and I wash the aftertaste away with some kind of whiskey. Nowadays usually bourbon, if only because it costs half what single-malt Scotch goes for.
Bourbon is a perfectly acceptable spirit and only some of them are half the cost of a single malt. They are quite trendy here in the States at the moment.
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Oh! Editing to add that I listened to a lovely /In Our Time/ this week about the GIN CRAZE of the 18th century, and how it was scandalous because WOMEN were making, selling and boozing on the stuff. I love /In Our Time/ anyway but this was a particularly nice one. Recommended.
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