In my house, in my cousin’s house, in my grandfather’s house in Moscow, and even in my sister’s one-room apartment in Bed-Stuy sits a sealed bottle of vodka. Unlike the vodka spoiling countless quantities of juice, cocktails, and brain cells on a weekend in Washington, D.C., this vodka defines luxury and exclusivity. Moreover, this vodka … Continue reading Nostalgia and Vodka Labeling in Russia