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The turning of the foliage and pitter patter of little feet across your lawn to ring your doorbell, making the dogs bark and annoying the hell out of you just for a sugar fix signals not only All Hallow’s Eve but the official kick off of scotch season and the darker liquors in general.
What’s that you say? You didn’t know there was a season? My wife and I established this years ago as we’d sit outside awaiting the arrival of those little feet while sipping scotch and ingesting fun size Snickers, the perfect pairing. What I don’t get is the term “fun size” because I can have a lot more fun with a big candy bar.
Who is this man to say there is a scotch season you ask? Well, let me tell you just who he is. He is a member in good standing, sitting or falling down of The Academy of Malt Scotch Whiskey since August, 10, 1978 and has the certificate to prove it so cast your doubts aside. He also speaks of himself in the third person because many times he sees more than one of himselves.
So, raise your glass my friend whether that be a blend like Chevas Regal, my wife’s favorite, or Johnny Walker Black, mine, or the change of pace of a fine single malt like Glenmorangie or Balvanie. Pull up a chair, allow me to pour you a glass and offer you a fine hand rolled on the thighs of virgins’ cigar and let us regale ourselves with the joy of fine friends and fine spirits.
I would be remiss to not welcome our bourbon drinkers to their season as well. I just got back into that fine distilled spirit about 5 years ago while having 3 fingers of Woodford Reserve, the official bourbon of the Kentucky Derby and thoroughbreds are known to have exquisite taste in bourbon. And just this last month had Longbranch from those fine folks at Wild Turkey and I highly recommend it.
Please drink responsibly and since I live alone and am the only one responsible for myself. I will be my own judge of responsibly. I never drink and drive because once I get to imbibing, there’s no place I’d rather be.
Cheers! Salud! Salut! Skal! Prost! Prosit! Bottoms up and here’s mud in your eye!
What’s that you say? You didn’t know there was a season? My wife and I established this years ago as we’d sit outside awaiting the arrival of those little feet while sipping scotch and ingesting fun size Snickers, the perfect pairing. What I don’t get is the term “fun size” because I can have a lot more fun with a big candy bar.
Who is this man to say there is a scotch season you ask? Well, let me tell you just who he is. He is a member in good standing, sitting or falling down of The Academy of Malt Scotch Whiskey since August, 10, 1978 and has the certificate to prove it so cast your doubts aside. He also speaks of himself in the third person because many times he sees more than one of himselves.
So, raise your glass my friend whether that be a blend like Chevas Regal, my wife’s favorite, or Johnny Walker Black, mine, or the change of pace of a fine single malt like Glenmorangie or Balvanie. Pull up a chair, allow me to pour you a glass and offer you a fine hand rolled on the thighs of virgins’ cigar and let us regale ourselves with the joy of fine friends and fine spirits.
I would be remiss to not welcome our bourbon drinkers to their season as well. I just got back into that fine distilled spirit about 5 years ago while having 3 fingers of Woodford Reserve, the official bourbon of the Kentucky Derby and thoroughbreds are known to have exquisite taste in bourbon. And just this last month had Longbranch from those fine folks at Wild Turkey and I highly recommend it.
Please drink responsibly and since I live alone and am the only one responsible for myself. I will be my own judge of responsibly. I never drink and drive because once I get to imbibing, there’s no place I’d rather be.
Cheers! Salud! Salut! Skal! Prost! Prosit! Bottoms up and here’s mud in your eye!
