Look who just touched down from the Big Apple. Tarty-sweet and chic. A crisp cranberry kiss that cuts through Wood Brothers’ vodka. Independently distilled, this cocktail will accessorise only with the best. It wants to whisper to you in dim lighting about its story – pull up a stool?
We all know this one’s been around the block, but contrary to what Carrie might have you think, it’s no native New Yorker. Its real provenance has become a bit of a myth itself, popularised by the queer community of Provincetown, Massachusetts (where the cranberries were growing). Then it went to Hollywood – all glitz and glam. Where it became known.
