A GLOBAL STORY
Do you remember your first real gin and tonic? I don’t necessarily mean the first chronologically (for most of us, like our first kiss, it’s probably not the auspicious occasion we would like it to have been). No, I mean the first gin and tonic that made you say, “Wow – this is good.” Mine was on the rooftop terrace of a pub near Clapham Common, south London, on a warm, sunny afternoon in June 2015. The friend I was there with – the one who had introduced me to gin in the first place, in our halcyon days at university – took one look at the back bar and ordered us Portobello Road gin and tonics. I remember my naïve surprise at the wedge of pink grapefruit in the glass,…