A lemming for cocktail week, although maybe I wouldn't really go so far as to say it's a lemming. It did make me laugh: Unicorn Tears Raspberry Gin Liqueur. With sparkles, of course. "Uh oh. The unicorns are distraught again. They’ve eaten all the raspberries and are blubbing hot pink, berry-infused rivulets down their pudgy mythical faces. We could’ve brought more raspberries to alleviate their suffering, but we’re callous and cold-hearted. So instead we bought a bucket to catch the tears and a funnel to fill these gorgeous miniature 5cl bottles. [...] Combining the finest London Dry Gin with a tang of citrus, the sweet succulence of raspberries and the signature iridescent shimmer, Unicorn Tears are out of this world. Swirl the bottle to create a glittery vortex, we still have no idea how something so beautiful can be created out of so much imaginary distress." £10 for 50 ml at Harvey Nichols.
This tickles me. I may seek it out just for fun.
It’s pretty funny.
Ten pounds for 50 ml? Must remind myself it is not perfume; must remind myself it is not perfume.
Ha. It is not perfume. It is gin so questionable that you would probably not need more than 50 ml
The unicorn is the millenials spirit animal. I see otherwise level-headed young women go nuts over glittery t-shirts with a unicorn print. We’re talking three identical ones at any given party!
A sociological phenomenon I just can’t wrap my head around. Is it about regrediating to childhood innocence in the face of a global catastrophe?
I don’t know. I do remember more glitter when I was younger, so maybe it’s not really so new?
The next time I’m at Wegmans, I’ll ask about this. Even though Wegmans employees tend to not be judgey, I’ll probably get the hairy eyeball.