Jam jars started to spread around the house, firstly around the sink in the kitchen, down the hallway and then into most of the rooms.
Tripping over a cluster of quietly infusing jam jars of gin on the stairs, my son put on a slurry voice, “jamjargin, jamjargin”, he muttered, “sounds like you’ve had a few already!”
And the name kind of stuck. Jam Jar Gin was created, along with a load of new recipes for gin. Some horrific, but fortunately, some we absolutely loved.