a tarty flavor would involve rancid catfood mixed with stale beer, flat scotch and soda, and cigarettes. ideally garnish with a chemical taste oozing from the sinuses. for a chaser, frantically get dressed and find the door...
J. T. S. Brown. No ice, no glass.
Decent movie, some of it filmed here in Louisville. Terrible bourbon. Might as well drink whatever folks are stocking in the well.
Out of respect for "Deadwood" and disrespect to my liver, I purchased some Wells Fargo Kentucky 8 Year Old Straight Bourbon "The Authentic Far West Bourbon Whiskey". At under 13 Euros a bottle, I have taken the liberty of downing two pints of Guinness before I take to cattle rustling and communicating with the ghost of Cochise.
There use to be an interview on YouTube (can't find it now) where Burton was obviously sodden with whisky and admits to drinking 4 bottles of whisky a day, but that he was not an alcoholic, he merely liked to have a good time.
wells fargo 's main business is extending installment loans (outrageous , usurious juice loans, illegal in civilized parts of the country) to the poor. they make rotgut booze now too? next theyll be manufacturing crack.
Think the brand name comes from the old Wells Fargo stagecoach service. Can't find who distills it. As rotgut booze goes, its pretty damn good.
I have a silver teapot, actually a full tea-set. It's an engraved trophy my great-grandfather won in a lawn bowls tournament in 1934.
We often wonder what he'd have thought about it sitting on someone's mantelpiece in Germany 75 years later...
How do you rate Minttu, Heikki?
Kept meaning to ask...
apparently the average builder in dublin consumes something like 2 metric tons of tea in the average year. my attempts to introduce the practice to US building sites did not take.
what is that made of? havent heard of either, actually, and i like to think i know my booze.
im guessing he gets all of his hydration from ice cream, much as desert animals get all of theirs from the blood of their prey.
^neutral spirit, i suppose. the export is 50% and the stuff we get over here is 40%.
my last experience with candy-flavored liquor resulted in the most intense dry-heaves of my life. though i do still enjoy the odd Jaeger shot every so often, to feel young and stupid again...
Just returned from a business trip to the UK office of the company I work for near the Peak District, forgot how damp it is in that part of the world. Great country pubs and fantastic real ale, filled with hoppy freshness and bite you don't get from lager.
Found the perfect whisky merchants here in some obscure part of the Hague where all the shops are like some art deco film set. Literally thousands of different whiskies. Fantastic place and although there was some serious expensive stuff, most was extremely reasonable.
Purchased a bottle of Arran that had been finished off in pinot noir wine butts - superlative.
Also some Signatory bottled Clynelish from 1992 - unchillfiltered, of course.
Must have been good stuff, after a few tipples last night, I woke this morning from a dream of John Coltrane.
I migrated to real ale from Guinness two years ago, and haven't looked back. I now live in Rutland, and we are fortunate to have loads of small/middle size breweries around. My favourites are (in no particular order) Marston's Pedigree, Everard's Tiger, as well as The Grainstore's Cooking bitter.
A decent pint in London:try Harvey's of Sussex 'Best' in The Cross Keys, Endell Street, Covent Garden. Hoppy and be-au-ti-ful.
32 minutes till the pub opens.....