I’ve grown tired of having to choke down
paint thinner cheap alcohol whenever I want a bit of a buzz. Fireball is tolerable, but everything else in the “spirits” category that I’ve tried has been unpleasant to heave inducing. A close friend opined that my difficulties were probably the simple result of not having found what I really liked yet. She’s probably right. She made a few suggestions. Earlier today, I visited the local ethanol dispensary and returned home $91.86 poorer, but in possession of these:
One may be unlikely to find such items in liquor cabinets belonging to billionaires, but they are certainly not bargain basement products.
I have tried all three. I think I can say with near absolute certainty that I do not care for bourbon whiskey of any variety. Buffalo Trace is orders of magnitude better than the crap that Jack Daniels tries to pass off as bourbon whiskey, but it’s still not for me. The Glenmorangie single malt scotch doesn’t suck at all, but I don’t like it enough to pay a little over forty federal reserve notes for a bottle. The Kraken rum may hold some promise, if I can find a way to mix it that I like.
Honestly, I plan to forsake spirituous liquor almost completely and go back to buying Smirnoff Ice, which I truly enjoy consuming. It’s pricey for what it is, but I don’t really drink all that often, so I may as well enjoy what I drink. Even if it is a chick beverage.