And it’s kinda magical, too, because you don’t really taste its gin (it’s mos def in there), or its Pimm’s.
What you get is something that tastes a whole lot like what conservatives would call an Arnold Palmer and what liberals would call a Swamp Cooler.
In other words, it tastes like iced tea and lemonade, or, if you will, like a good sit on the porch swing as you watch the sun set itself.
In a way, it’s sorta like drinking a Tom Waits song. You know, one of those pretty, mid-90s nostalgic waltzes.