Over the years, the search for a drinkable tonic moved from diligent to desultory to dead. I never lost the habit of scanning ingredients lists of bottles which just happened to be there but habit it was, and at best provided me with an opportunity to go off on one. Again. Nothing I like better* than a bit of tssking. I might occasionally have treated myself to a slow, sad head-shake.
Until late last year, there dawned a day. Did you notice it? The one with the eclipse? And the comets, and the rains of blood, and every time you cut open a pigeon its entrails spilled out to form the word 'Ouch'? Not just once or twice, but every time? That was the day I discovered Waitrose Own Tonic, which is Free From Artificial Sweeteners. Look, it says so on the label. O frabjous day, callooh, callay!
So another hunt was on. Which vodka! It's been so long since I bought any, all I knew was not to buy anything that was advertised because it was crap. That still leaves a whole supermarket shelf's worth of labels I had never seen before.
Until my eye fell on this. Organic Vodka. See? Every so often, this sorry race of ours does something just because it's right.
*Soo-oooo-oo not true, but on reflection now is neither the time nor the place.