04 April 2017
Drunk neat at room temperature or with ice: oh, no.
Maker’s Mark Bourbon Whiskey smells amazing whether it’s newly-poured into my favourite glass, or it’s the remains evaporated overnight and sniffed during the tidy-up the following morning. (No, I’ve absolutely no idea why I did it the first time!)
But, after the initial welcome the taste becomes unpleasant to me. No Baz’s seal of approval here I’m afraid.
There’s a tad more to whiskey than a pleasant aroma, even my limited experience tells me that. The 2 preceding brands were pleasant, unchallenging. This, if it’s an American favourite, seems analogous to the way I feel about Hershey’s chocolate: it’s to-me-unfathomably popular, explainable away by a blind obedience to the cult of historic nationhood, but there’s no getting away from its’ smelling, as it does, of sick.
Concluded early.
03 April 2017
Drunk again with 1-1/2 ice cubes with me at room temperature, this time after recently eating strawberries & shaken (not whipped) cream: oh no, that unpleasant taste remains.
Still smells amazing, rich, sherry, butterscotch, etc; this really does bear repeating.
I’d better conclude this at some point…
02 April 2017
Drunk again with a single ice cube with me at room temperature: oh no. There’s a really unpleasant taste, unlike any of the preceding. Not sure what I’d eaten beforehand, but it’s had quite the negative effect.
Smells more amazing than before, there is that.
To be continued…
02 April 2017
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02 April 2017
My youngest daughter and I went to the movies again today, to watch Beauty and the Beast, a film my oldest had seen mid-week. In my own inimitable fashion I enjoyed the tale yet again, and ignored the chance that I’d be offended by the peripheral fuss surrounding the movie.
I wouldn’t have been, by the way; it’d pass unnoticed were it not for the fact I was expecting something. What sad lives people must have, picking apart harmless entertainment and ignoring history.
Anyway, afterwards we walked across to McDonald’s and bought 2 chicken nugget Happy Meals, which we ate in the car. Mine came with an orange-roofed Smurf house.
The movie and the meal gain Baz’s seal of approval.