Please Dump a Mini Hennessy in My Drink
Shoving an upturned mini bottle into a cocktail almost guarantees a terrible drink. So why do I like it?
- story: Chloe Frechette
- photo: Mariana Ocejo
Shoving an upturned mini bottle into a cocktail almost guarantees a terrible drink. So why do I like it?
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