I'd been reading about France during La Belle Epoque and was tickled at the idea of the green Absinthe Fairy, who scrambled people's brains and rendered them mad.
"The French have such class," I thought.
That's when I heard shuffling and a chorus of throat clearings from my drinks cabinet. A motley array of little creatures introduced themselves. The Whisky Warlock was ginger, bearded, clad in tartan and fell over a lot. The Beer Baron was brown, wore goggles and was prone to flatulence. The Gin Genie was fun and practically see-through. She was a tonic and no mistake!