We’ve never made a secret of our love for Prenzlauer Berg’s Becketts Kopf, one of our favourite bars in town. This cocktail proves once again why the good people of Becketts Kopf have collected pretty much every bar award under the sun in the past two decades:
Notes of citrus and floral aromas beckon you like the first blossoms of spring. At first glance, you may suspect the Saints to be a relative of the Gimlet, and you wouldn’t be wrong. But take a sip and you’ll soon be taken in by its dry sense of humour and elderflower imagination!