Many years ago I was good friends (still am) with local milf who got left by her schmuck husband. My middle son was besties with her son in kindergarten, so we had a lot of opportunities to chat. Then husband leaves her, and our chats became more about her venting about her asshat ex and figuring out how to manage the transition from stay-at-home wife to single divorced mom. So after a few years she was finally ready to get out there and date, and one of the activities that she did to get herself out there was take a local salsa dancing class. Turns out all the guys in the class were late-20's South American expatriates, many of whom seemed to (understandably) want to get in her pants. So this one guy named Sergio finally convinced her to come back to his place after class one evening, was a perfect gentleman, very formal and nervous (maybe because she was probably 14 years older than he was). Only thing he has to drink is blackberry Manischewitz in the fridge, so he brings it out. She held it together while she was there, but afterward was absolutely cackling to me about this poor Chilean kid offering her Jewish berry wine. I kinda felt bad for the kid, he's just doing the best he can, and she's laughing about it behind his back (no real malice, just the absurdity of it). So next time she's over for wine and cheese I whip out a bottle of blackberry Manischewitz, and she loses it in front of wife and me. We all have a good laugh, then decide to experiment with the berry wine to see if there's anything we can make of it. Turns out that three parts Manischewitz, one part gin, and a splash of lemon juice makes for a refreshing beverage in a wine glass, three ice cubes. We named it the Sergio.
Otherwise, I can't stand gin