Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice

The following post relates events that occurred or may have occurred this summer at a group of small fishing cabins in Rockaway Beach, MO. The names have altered to protect the innocent.
It was in a small fishing cabin in Rockaway Beach, MO, where John Pettijack was served a beaker of orange juice whose flavor delighted him.

"Bus," he asked his host, "where do you get your oranges? Never have I tasted such delicious juice."

"From the Taneycomo Market, at the bottom of the hill," answered the Bus.

Pettijack bought an entire crate on his way back to town. But when he sampled the juice, the taste definitely was not the same. He phoned the Bus to register his disappointment.

"I can't understand it," admitted the Bus. "Your oranges are the same as ours. What gin did you use with them?"

Speaking of Orange,