Wakanomori brought this bottle back--full--from England, and I did drink it slowly, in tiny sake cups, but somehow now it's gone! Maybe that means the swan is now free, but I missed its triumphant departure.

Image from Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies, this version at goreystore.com.
But was it sloe gin, Zillah? And did you see the swan's broad wings and bandit mask? Swans are bastards, I'm told, but if you fling your arms around their long necks, they may still carry you places--especially you so tiny and they so big.
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make that a double !!
; )))
ETA: And yeah, about the sloes! That makes it kind of magical.
Edited at 2017-09-13 11:54 am (UTC)