Today’s dram: Bushmills Irish Whisky, Single Malt, 10 Years Old
Today’s tasting notes: It’s clearly Irish whisky, smooth and easy, but there’s also some slight edge to it, with a pronounced maltiness you don’t get in the original Bushmills.
I’d like to tell you something about the aroma, but I drank this right out of the mini-bottle, so I didn’t get much.
Today’s thoughts: Bluntly? I’m tired. Good tired, but still.
I spent the day on the road, crossing from mountainous northwestern Costa Rica down to the central Pacific coast. It was a lovely drive, in good company, but still.
Now I sit, resting my bones, in a hostel by the beach, with my whisky and muchos cervezas artesanals, in good company, and it’s all I can manage to post this by midnight back home.
It’s been a long day, one of many in this interminable year, and it’s all I can manage to imagine finishing this commitment as the year ends.
I may not.
It may be the mood will take me away, and I’ll spend the day in good company, ending the year sans whisky, sans writing, sans commentary.
It may be I shall touch the Happy Isles, and see the great Achilles … no, wait, that’s not me.
Sure, I sometimes roam with a hungry heart, but I am no Ulysses, nor his chronicler.
I have much to say before winding the year down with one last whisky. Thoughts that have been brewing all year. Thoughts I alluded to at the beginning of this series.
Only now, at the end, I find myself not wanting to think. Or write. Only pura vida.
So, it may be you’ll hear from me tomorrow, as scheduled.
But if not, don’t worry. I’m fine.
And I’ll return. Some day.
Today’s toast: To good intentions.
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