Warm cocktails are tricky for me. I have an overactive internal furnace, and hot ethanol tends to waft in an aggressive manner. (I even chill my mulled port.) But, at lest once a holiday season, when I’m nice and high on nostalgia, I give into the warming promise of a toddy, a mulled something, or a boozy coffee, and…
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