Love may not grow on trees but this plump windfall fruit is the apple of our eye.

The final ingredient in our awfully English vodka’s recipe, we first set eyes on them growing on the gnarly old trees in the idyllic garden at Shandy Hall, North Yorkshire — a place where time stands still.

We now gather them come Autumn, ready to consummate the characterful taste of every batch of Broken Clock Vodka, which is lovingly infused with a handful of classic 18th century botanicals, using an antiquated copper pot still.

And while these rather rickety apples may not all be the prettiest of specimens, their bittersweet tangs contribute to our vodka’s pleasurable, lingering finish, that will leave you pining longingly for another sip.