I’ve always been that gal searching for the perfect cocktail. I can often be found baffled at the bar, wondering what to order. However, I am also rather specific. I am not a vodka soda lover: it is too simple, lacks significant flavor and to be honest, if it isn’t a swoony experience I’d rather not drink a drop. For years this kept me sipping on wine: white in the summer, red in the winter or prosecco, but never champagne (again, it’s just not my thing). At times I would indulge in a dirty martini, but vodka made me agitated and aggressive—often I picked fights after vodka ran through my veins, no bueno! However, I do enjoy tequila and as it is the only alcohol that’s an upper, it is ideal for late, frisky nights out. My hubby got me into 1942 Don Julio Tequila—the most luxurious sipping tequila with vanilla and tobacco notes—I always imagined that it must be akin enjoying a whiskey or bourbon. I have tried many times to get into Bourbon: it’s just so chic and sexy to sip on warm, amber-hued bourbon on brisk days. Yet, every time I try, it was as though I was drinking gasoline: I wanted to enjoy it, really I did, but just didn’t happen. That is, until I discovered the iconic Old Fashioned.