Archive for the 'whisky' Category

ISLE OF JURA 16 YEAR OLD SINGLE MALT SCOTCH WHISKY

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

This scotch whisky from an isle flows to the seas and ocean breeze into the bottle through mouth and body. The waves of taste flow to mouth like a long tide touching the back of tongue. When the tide recedes a clean tongue it leaves a feel of the bliss of the ocean on […]

WHISKEY FUCKING RIVER!!!

Friday, February 6th, 2009

FLOW, FLOW, FLOW, FLOW, FLOW. Drink it love it. Love it drink it. It is. It is. Drink, drink, drink. You are my life whiskey. I love you. I hope you never run dry. You never ever run dry. Love. Whiskey, I love you.

Whisky Blues

Tuesday, November 13th, 2007

I’ve got the whisky blues after Cycles without a whiskey. Sobriety is more fun than torture sometimes. The cruel and unusually punishment of whiskey withdrawn can be too much.
Wine, beer, and other spirits just don’t have the refreshing flavor and life of even the deepest of well whiskies. Other spirits can lift the soul […]

Bulleit Hits The Spot

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

I’ve always seen Bulleit hits like a bullet but doesn’t rip and tear flesh and life, but mends and heals the soul. Bulleit is the only way to play Russian Roulette, which one loses if the shot glass they pick up is empty. Bulleit could become the next pop culture whiskey like Marker’s Mark […]

1792 (Ridgemont Reserve)

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

1792 is 93.7 Proof of pure Kentucky Straight Whisky. The charcoal crisp and clean. This whisky straight and strong, but not overwhelming. It makes you feel the hit that doesn’t hurt only gets the blood flowing and your body feeling alive. It hits you the only way a whisky from the holy land of bourbon […]

Elijah Craig 18 + J&B (A Tom89 And Blend)

Saturday, June 16th, 2007

They balance. Some where in the time continuum only one full of whiskey lives in can such a balance be discovered.
I have either had too much whiskey today, or I have a good suggestion for the creators of Elijah Craig 18 and J&B: Create a blend.
Why?
I can’t now define. It’s just. […]