Last night I popped into a local bar (The Reno Room) to size up Buffalo Trace and Bushmills Original. I'd ordered BT once a few months ago while in Palm Springs, but received something that was definitely not BT. So this time I was able to watch the bartender pour the bourbon from the bottle into my glass. I tried it. I liked it. Sadly, Bushmills Original (which REALLY paled in comparison to the Buffalo Trace) remains the one Irish Whiskey that I do not enjoy. I believe there's good malt hiding in there, but the bland grains push it down. I try it every year or two just to double check and each time my feelings are confirmed. At least its palate is consistent.
The Whisky Advocate posted its top 10 whiskies of the Fall. Upon reading the list, I felt the usual mixed feelings bubble up. All the whiskies look delicious but none are affordable for the average consumer. It reminded me what an expensive pleasure whisky has become.
A Malt Maniac, harmonic resonance, and The Corry. Blend them, vat them, pour them and you'll get the new Coopered Tot post. It's grand!
I also enjoyed Scotch and Ice Cream's post about his celebrating his son's first birthday with a fine bottle of whisky. Feelings both personal and universal run through the review.
Finally, here's my tweet from this morning:
In my dream last night, Woody Harrelson, Iggy Pop, Robert DeNiro and I prepped smoked pork shoulder at the beach on a cloudy morning.
— Michael Kravitz (@kravitz_hubris) August 17, 2012
As in most dreams, the action was never completed as we kept getting sidetracked by distractions. Actually, that sounds a lot like the waking life.