Jim and I just got back from GABF on Sunday. My liver was pickled and I had no cravings for booze of any kind Sunday afternoon or evening. Then Monday morning I started to get a craving that I really couldn’t put my finger on. I thought about it, and I ran throught all the beer styles I had in the house and decided it wasn’t any of them. Then I remembered…Oh yeah, I’m the Whiskey Brother! That’s what I want a good stiff glass of whiskey. So last night while we watched the 49ers and Saints game… Ahhh…it was just what the doctor ordered, an big three finger pour of Woodford Reserve to kill off the 350ml bottle.
I sipped on it all night and each time I did I was glad to be drinking whiskey, but also picked up on a new flavor this time that I have never tasted from Woodford’s before. About mid palate there was a very distinctive yeast quality to the drink. I don’t know if my taste buds were heightened by all the diverse alcohol flavors I had tasted over the previous two days, or if perhaps just having a whiskey again my tasters were tasting better, but there it was. It wasn’t off putting, but it was much larger than I had ever tasted or remembered.
While out Friday night at GABF Jim and I stopped into the hotel bar and managed to order a shot of Strahan’s Colorado Whiskey. When I buy my next bottle I will get some and review it, but it was quite good and bodes very well for the micro distillery revolution that is upon us. So there it is…too much beer, I needed a Whiskey…ahhh sweet lady whiskey.