My chum Lenore Ealy I know to be a fan of Bourbon. She very kindly left me some Eagle Rare Single Barrel to polish off. I thought it very smooth but a bit on the sweet side for me – a damn good effort though. She told me of a piece she’d recently written on bourbon so here it is. It’s unlikely you will come across a more insightful and poetic piece on booze.
. . . to see in that sip of well-crafted and adequately proofed bourbon a non-instrumental world of valued connections to my Southern heritage, to the virtues and the sins of my fathers, to the good earth from which the corn sprouts, to the flowing branch of crisp water, and to the ingenuity of man in discovering the arts of distillation.
It’s rather as Walker Percy put it: Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.
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