Face your fear, accept your war.
Years ago we went to a BBQ at a friends house, the usual routine was to sit around smoking and drinking while the women were inside and our host was cooking on the grill. Anyway, another guest, a guy I didn't know, had brought a bottle for everyone to try. It was an Islay scotch and tasted like liquid smoke mixed with pig shit. It put me off scotch for a long time. It literally made my gag reflex kick in. The jerk that brought it thought it was funny when he noticed my reaction. I should've punched him in the throat!
I remember YEARS ago having an Islay and, of course, liking the smokiness.
However, as stated, too many bourbons/ryes to try before I die.
Funny. Told wifey I'd bring home fish tacos for dinner. My fav seafood place, where we have our cigar dinners a lot, has pretty
good ones. SO, the plan is, when I leave here, to go there and order take away. WHILE WAITING, pony up to the bar a get a double,
neat, err..........UP, of Angel's Envy, their premium pour there.
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