I have loved Gin for a very long time. I even capitalize the word when I don’t need to. If I’m able to go out for a nice dinner with my husband and perhaps don’t have to wake at dawn the next morning, I will start my night with a Gin martini. Extra dry, basically zero vermouth, and tons and tons of olives. I’m an olive fanatic. It’s even possible I drink Gin so I can eat the olives. No wait, I love Gin. But the olives really help soak up the booze while I’m waiting for an appetizer, hopefully Malpec or Kumomoto oysters.