It's Negroni Week across the land (at least that's what they're saying on the interweb), but as I replied to the PEZ-Fans who pointed this out... it's always Negroni Week at PEZ HQ. So what a perfect time to look back at my best negronis of the 2015 Giro d'Italia.

Every negroni has a story - some begin the moment the orange elixer touches my lips, others connect me to another point in time. And while mixing and drinking at home affords the luxury to adjust the recipe to perfection, sometimes it's the location that pins a memory to my mental cork board. A recent trip to Italy set the ideal backdrop for my best negronis of 2014.

Tequila is an awesome drink – it means “party on!” in every language, has a mystique that attracts the ladies, it makes you look like a bad boy, while delivering a taste, tingle and buzz of sophisticated flavors that are best appreciated with some age – it’s the perfect drink for guys like us.

It’s one of my favorite articles to write, and while my year is filled with daily and varied libations, I never tire of a drink I’ve championed here for several years now – it’s Negroni time on PEZ- !

I drank a lot of negronis this year – and what better way to relive the hilights than looking back through an ice filled glass of the capricious cocktail to some of the best moments - a satisfying mix of exotic locales, good friends, and even new tastes. May I present to you, some of my Top Negronis in 2012.

Best of PEZ: Ever since we’d pulled the trigger on the big family adventure of 2010 – heading to Italy for 6+ weeks of living ‘la dolce vita’, I’d had it in my mind to take Mrs. Pez to ‘Barolino’ in the tiny town of Levanto on Italy’s Ligurian coast, to meet my new best bud Marco.

I’m finally dug out from booking cars and sorting our TDF coverage, with just enough time to sort the last of my favorite and as yet unseen memories from this year’s Giro. And one thing that is never disappoints about the Giro - is the food.

I had it in mind to take Mrs. Pez to ‘Barolino’ in the tiny town of Levanto on Italy’s Ligurian coast, to meet my new best bud Marco, ever since we’d pulled the trigger on the big family adventure of 2010 – heading to Italy for 6+ weeks of living ‘la dolce vita’.

After any adventure to cover the great races of our sport, there’s always one story I can’t wait to write – about an experience so amazing, that it must be shared – with as many people as possible. The telling and retelling takes me back to a moment that passed all too quickly, but left an impression that both surprised me by its intensity, and also restored some faith in human nature.