In the true spirit of Christmas, Char decided to exploit her friends and family by selling them things they didn't really want. This year: Sloe Gin. As indeed I was with picking the sloes, preparing the gin and pretty much every other stage of the process, I was asked/forced to help out with the packaging.
I started like this:
And polished one slightly to this:
And then stuck it on the bottles and threw in a tantalising lens flare like this:
If you want to some, well, you can't. It's all sold out. Sorry. Your only hope is that you are my Uncle Coco, in which case you're getting a bottle for Christmas.