Hannah Crosbie’s pick of the best bottles to see you through the festivities

Every year at Christmas, my dad makes a trifle. And, because nobody else in our household eats it, he spends the period between Christmas and New Year devouring the entire thing by himself. Like a legend. This annual tradition of three decades’ standing has affirmed to me one thing as an adult: that Christmas is about enjoying whatever weird thing you like.

Who cares if it’s costly, difficult to find or you’re the only person in a house of five who likes it? Below, a mix of unapologetic classics and weird (yet wonderful) new favourites. After all, there’s no such thing as a guilty pleasure – least of all at Christmas.