Lady just got back from a tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery in Lynchburg, TN. She went with a friend whose goal in going was, "I'd better check on what these guys are doing with all the money I've given them over the years."
She brought back some whiskey, of course, in a special commemorative you-toured-the-distillery bottle. I taste. I don't like Jack Daniels, as a rule. I'm not a bourbon (sorry, "sour mash") drinker. I like Irish whiskey, and I like Canadian whiskey. Check that: I like Bushmills, and I like Crown Royal. Canadian Club will do if we're on a budget. No Jamesons, please, we prefer Northern Ireland. But this is different. It isn't cloyingly sweet, and it doesn't sit in your throat and coat your tongue like regular old No. 7 does. Could it be that this is actually Gentleman Jack, or the single-barrel stuff? I dunno. But it's pretty gamn dood. I think I'll have anoffer tashte.
Hey, Chilton-Shelby Mental Health Center: I'm enjoying a sip of whiskey! At home! Guilt-free! Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah!
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