So asks Simon de Burton in The Spectator: “Mention a gin from Barra, Jura, Holy Island or Anglesey and the mind thinks only of organic ingredients, tiny pot stills and ancient folklore coming together to create rare nectar-like substances, drip by hand-crafted drip, in tiny quantities to be tasted only by those who have made the effort to seek them out.” We are sold. Cheers, cheers and cheers again to all of you!

The Frigid Isle
Íris Erlingsdóttir shines a light on the world’s first wholly feminized state. Women, she writes in The European Conservative, run everything in Iceland: “the presidency, the prime minister’s office…[the] national state church…schools, municipalities, police…newsrooms and [the] ever-expanding public bureaucracy.” As for the men, Erlingsdóttir observes, they describe themselves ruefully as (bad-taste alert) “pussy-whipped.”


