Rocks Lemon Squash Organic 740 ml (Pack of 6)

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These vegan, concentrated juices are made from organic, whole fruit. That’s what gives them such a strong and vibrant flavour! It’s just pure fruit, organic cane sugar and Devonshire spring water mixed together to give you this natural and delicious drink.

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He's not too bad, Nosey Flynn said, snuffling it up. He's been known to put his hand down too to help a fellow. Give the devil his due . O, Bloom has his good points. But there's one thing he'll never do. Stains on his coat. Slobbers his food, I suppose. Tastes all different for him. Have to be spoonfed first. Like a child's hand, his hand. Like Milly's was. Sensitive. Sizing me up I daresay from my hand. Wonder if he has a name. Van. Keep his cane clear of the horse's legs: tired drudge get his doze. That's right. Clear. Behind a bull: in front of a horse. That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him. Born with a silver knife in his mouth. That's witty, I think. Or no. Silver means born rich. Born with a knife. But then the allusion is lost. Mr Bloom cut his sandwich into slender strips. Mr MacTrigger. Easier than the dreamy creamy stuff. His five hundred wives. Had the time of their lives. The ice on the Scotch whisky melts and opens up the spirit’s aroma and flavors while simultaneously relaxing the harsh notes of the whisky. It is like adding a splash of water to your whisky, but it cools your drink at the same time. What’s A “Twist” In This Particular Drink?

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The lemon strip comes from the lemon skin and is twisted on the top to release oil and aroma. The rind (skin side) of the lemon is rubbed along the rim of the glass to give an immediate aroma and taste of lemon before the drink reaches the tongue.