A Brief Statemet

So what is it that I like about hooch?

Like many imbibers, I do enjoy the fuzzy warmness that comes from a good dram of scotch or twelve, half a bottle of syrah, or one drum of Ayinger. To be tipsy is liberating. The lower monkey brain gets a hand at the wheel and caution gets thrown to the wind. If a tipple of booze is a possibility for you, then chances are, this effect is among the reasons why you enjoy it.

I take a slightly different position.

While I like a good tipsy evening, when I drink at home, it's serious. It's equal parts research and divine inspiration. It's connecting to a craft, going back hundreds and ultimately thousands of years. It's not just that I'm drinking a scotch that's old enough to drive a car, it's marriage of complex flavors and aromas that have taken years to develop before it gets to me. It's the flavor of the briny salt air, the earthen smokiness of the peat kiln, and the subtle sweetness of the barley that spark the imagination and connects me to an old and diverse craft. For me, drinking is an introspective affair. It's a moment where time slows, for just a moment, and that moment is all mine...and it's a moment that I'd like to share through this blog.

Responsibly, of course...

So, if you're interested in the thoughts of a gin-soaked malcontent, welcome, and come by often.

…and Salut!