Names can be misleading. Take me for example. Ginny Tonic was my stage name when I was helping out at a cabaret, and I still use it when go-go dancing with Dr. Bombay and the Atomic Bachelor Pad but I have never actually been much of a gin drinker. Perhaps because my first-ever hangover was inflicted after a night of heavy gin and tonic consumption, I’ve never warmed to the taste of gin. In the past, it has struck me as harsh and overly reminiscent of cleaning products. But as we shall learn here, past impressions can be misleading as well.