Love Hurts

Erik June 7th, 2007

My love of drinking is no secret to anyone who knows me. The taste, the laughter among friends, the lack of self-consciousness…each are parts of a whole that have had me smitten since the first few clandestine beers out in the woods with my mates.

When I got older, I found scotch. Oh baby. I remember our first time.

Her name was Glenmorangie. She was 15 years old, finished in Sherry casks after being matured in American white oak soaked in bourbon. She was complicated, a little pr … (Read More)

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