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Bookers punches way above it's price point. It is fantastic.
Bookers punches way above it's price point. It is fantastic.
Some time about 25 years ago, I walked into a liquor store in Clayton, MO with a pocket full of lucre from my newly found employment profit sharing scheme. I'd been sipping better bourbons for maybe a year or so, and somehow dumbed into this bottle. It came home with me obviously - and I opened it at some point in time thereafter, as the wax seal atop it has been previously violated. But for some reason, this bottle then sat forgotten in a cabinet in my basement like an Egyptian canopic jar for some 20 odd years - until this afternoon.
I found it lurking in the dark reaches of some basement storage space after searching unsuccessfully for galvanized landscape timber nails (I KNOW they're still down there somewhere). Yes, I've got way too much crap in our basement - don't judge. I moved some other crap, saw a bottle-esque shape, retrieved it and stared at it for a few moments while my duck brain cogitated through it's synapses trying to recollect how it came to be here. Ultimately the vague memories above were arrived upon, and I brought it upstairs for further ponderance.
I grilled a steak for Mrs. Duck and I to split for dinner, and while the charcoal was heating up I re-cracked the cork. It tore right off, fuck my luck. But being a veteran of past rotten cork incidents, I promptly deployed a screw pull and got 99% of the cork out WITHOUT contaminating the whiskey - and fuck it... This isn't Homer's Illiad or the Odyssey - it's a bottle of booze. I had no clue what it was - had to look up the bottle and batch number on the internet to figure out the rest of the puzzle above. And then the vague memories of its acquisition slowly returned. It's a good EXCELLENT pour. At 126 proof plus a little extra for evaporation, its a tad hot and requires an ice cube or two to drop the burn a notch. I'm about 2 ounces into it this evening (a smidge past my limit), but I wish my aged liver was a little more lively and feisty as this is some fine, tasty shit - a sipper I will savor.
Quack
Some time about 25 years ago, I walked into a liquor store in Clayton, MO with a pocket full of lucre from my newly found employment profit sharing scheme. I'd been sipping better bourbons for maybe a year or so, and somehow dumbed into this bottle. It came home with me obviously - and I opened it at some point in time thereafter, as the wax seal atop it has been previously violated. But for some reason, this bottle then sat forgotten in a cabinet in my basement like an Egyptian canopic jar for some 20 odd years - until this afternoon.
I found it lurking in the dark reaches of some basement storage space after searching unsuccessfully for galvanized landscape timber nails (I KNOW they're still down there somewhere). Yes, I've got way too much crap in our basement - don't judge. I moved some other crap, saw a bottle-esque shape, retrieved it and stared at it for a few moments while my duck brain cogitated through it's synapses trying to recollect how it came to be here. Ultimately the vague memories above were arrived upon, and I brought it upstairs for further ponderance.
I grilled a steak for Mrs. Duck and I to split for dinner, and while the charcoal was heating up I re-cracked the cork. It tore right off, fuck my luck. But being a veteran of past rotten cork incidents, I promptly deployed a screw pull and got 99% of the cork out WITHOUT contaminating the whiskey - and fuck it... This isn't Homer's Illiad or the Odyssey - it's a bottle of booze. I had no clue what it was - had to look up the bottle and batch number on the internet to figure out the rest of the puzzle above. And then the vague memories of its acquisition slowly returned. It's a ~~good~~ ***EXCELLENT*** pour. At 126 proof plus a little extra for evaporation, its a tad hot and requires an ice cube or two to drop the burn a notch. I'm about 2 ounces into it this evening (a smidge past my limit), but I wish my aged liver was a little more lively and feisty as this is some fine, tasty shit - a sipper I will savor.
Quack
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