We're not sure when but, after doing 900 trade shows, we began to realise that most small-batch gin started to smell like candles for bi-polar witches living off Newstart allowance - the kind who are grateful for every one of the universes infinite possibilities, unless it involves them finding a job.

So we went another way. We wanted to let juniper have some fun. So we booked it one of those Thai holidays. The ones so demented they are never again mentioned on the group WhatsApp.

And sure, our gin may talk with a mild lisp and yes, it has a thing going on with its left eye but c'mon sheeple - this is the liquid that fun built. A gin that thinks a chakra is definitely somewhere you should put your finger.

It’s not wellness. It's not even well. It’s a holiday fling in a can that let a weird French guy pack its luggage home in exchange for a case of Japanese beer and a club sandwich from a 3-star hotel.

Gin went fishing my friend, only it never came back.