After five Rittenhouse and two Heaven Hill 6yr the sensor was coated in candy. It was rye and bourbon bliss. Americana flowed. It was as if the land scape of United States of Eden was journeyed with each sip of Americana bliss.
I have a bottle of Burnside Bourbon for the guests coming to the party tonight. I have beer and wine. Other spirits, too. I have cubes of ice, orange juice, grape fruit juice, tomato juice and glasses. I have a desire to taste the sweet wood burn of whiskey inside with Burnside Bourbon, which I have had when I last drank 2E Cycles ago. I drank Burnside Bourbon after 3 Rittenhouse Straight Ryes, so my tongue was fuming in Rye bliss. I remember a bold wash of sweet that seemed to mellow after a few swallows. I have wanted to have a drink of Burnside Bourbon without any spirits, beer or wine having tainted the tongue prior to the consumption of Burnside Bourbon. But before I stopped drinking I didn’t have a bottle of Burnside Bourbon, but now I do a bottle of Burnside Bourbon and I have stopped drinking spirits, wine and beer 2D Cycles ago.
While my entropy tongue once aimed for the Maker’s Mark when whiskey was wanted, now that my entropy tongue loves the rye whiskey and vast flavors of whiskey that it rarely aims for Maker’s Mark to hit the target to score whiskey bliss.
So, it was a great surprise when I tasted a freezer Chilled Maker’s Mark and felt and tasted some thing new. It is like the Cold Gods came to United States of Eden and chilled the whiskey with a bit of soul to make it thick and sweet after a thin and bitter Cycle.
Chilled Maker’s Mark is good. Even if you are one that needs a splash of water or a few cubes. Chilled Maker’s Mark can be drank straight like aiming for a mark to hit.
Klickitat Rye tastes like an American Canadian Rye. The young sugar is sweat giving new life to whiskey and rye after five Rittenhouses.
After the five Rittenhouses then the Klickitat Rye, I had a burst of youth then the old machine needed to slow the wheels and park it for the night.
God only exist with entropy. And angels only exist in whiskey.
Angel’s Envy can be deadly, but only if you drink too much. Angel’s Envy makes me believe in harmony. It is smooth, and like belief, it is sweet and innocent. A cream spread feels and tastes to baptize the tongue of whiskies drank before. When it flaps its wings, fumes of caramel and smoke flow.
Another drink, and I am closer to bourbon bliss and whiskey heaven.