I was in a whiskey still in Kentucky about 20 years ago—during the wedding of a friend of mine. the brewery was cool but the barn they stored the whiskey in —was something else. It was the smell. It made me want to lie down and breathe it forever until I died.
I had to stop drinking 30 years ago because I was a heavy drinker. But even then, the drink was mostly beer. I knew even then that if I started on a good Jack Daniels—I would drink until I died. I was shocked to discover a decade later that —even the smell of a fine bourbon could make me swoon.
I did not drink at that distillery or even later. But the ache of letting go was a little like the ache of the loss of a woman.
Thanks God I never developed a taste fore alcohol. I drank in the Marines with my buddies to be sociable but I never really liked it all that much. Beer in my fridge lasts for years...............