Today’s dram: Resurgens, single malt rye
Today’s tasting notes: Bread. A warm loaf of bread. At least that’s how it smells. And this is a whisky I could enjoy on smell alone. But smell is not intoxicating, so … the taste is spicy, as you might expect from rye. It has bite, but it probably won’t bowl you over. Probably.
Today’s thoughts: This is not the whisky I planned to review tonight, but I let myself go. To a party. With people. People who brought booze. For the party. This was on the table.
Today’s deep philosophical musing: The Earth goes round the sun. The apes sit on the Earth. Some of the apes discover fermentation. Good apes. Goooood.
Today’s toast: To relaxation — it’s good for the soul.
When I was in college I was talked into visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras.
“It’s an experience you must have!” friends assured me.
The trip entailed an eight-hour ride in a filled-to-capacity van to a friend’s aunt’s home, where we slept on the floor. This to facilitate spending several days wandering through tightly — oh-so-tightly — packed streets of people wildly enthusiastic about beads, boobs, and booze.
It was, indeed, an experience.
Most of it is now a long, crowd-induced anxiety blur, but I do remember one beautiful moment: on a side street where the distance between people actually increased to more than arms-length, a street musician belted a bright melody on trumpet, and I was moved to dance.
I don’t know that one moment was worth the days of hassle, but, then again, I still remember it nearly twenty years later, so maybe so …
Cheers, New Orleans.