Making my own salty sea breeze of a whisky – with a touch of peat smoke, chocolate malt and sherry-soaked machair – at Black Rock.
You have to judge your audience before you start discussing terroir. Pick the wrong time or place and you could end up with a reputation for pomposity, verbiage and downright pretension. In the right circumstances though, it’s the only word that works.
The top online search result for “Opium London” may lead you to a jade green door on Gerrard Street, but your initial impression may not suggest a chic 1920s inspired cocktail lounge.
On a cold December night, there is plenty to be said in favour of the warm glow of the refined Scarfes Bar at London’s luxury Rosewood Hotel
Nine Lives in Bermondsey may be the closest you’ll get to drinking on Ian Fleming’s Caribbean estate without leaving central London.
A hard day at work deserves a little magic, and the dark wood-panelled walls of the Bloomsbury Club seem just the place to find…