THAT
It smells of freshly mown hay and spring
flowers, of thyme and lavender, and it’s soft
on the palate and so comfortable it’s like
listening to music by moonlight.’ At least that’s
how Isabel Bradley pitches the unique pleasures
of Polish vodka to a fellow drinker, in Somerset
Maugham’s novel The Razor’s Edge. You’ve got to
hand it to the girl, she certainly knew her stuff.
Make mine a large one
The particular drop that young Izzie was raving about is none other than the renowned Zubr
