Godammit I’m back

Well shit. It's Friday night and I'm sitting here with a glass of Redemption Rye, which I know isn't all that fancy but I love it and that's all that matters, goddamit. It's a comfort whiskey for me. I wrote about it once before. So it's been awhile since I...

The dark night of my infinity bottle

I don’t know how many people read this whiskey blog. I know I have a tribe of whiskey loving friends online that stop by sometimes. Thank you brothers and sisters of the tribe for that! But beyond that I got no fuckin’ idea. I might be shouting my barbaric...

Wherein I attempt a bonafide whiskey review just like the fancy boys

I got an email from a distillery in Scotland. Some Scottish fella who was amused by the coarse way I used to write about Irish whiskey back before I repented of my heathenish ways and got saved by a ham-fisted Irish Texan named Seamus in a bar here in...

Tommy and I make nice after I make a surprising discovery

Well got damn, I learned something new recently. I've been wrong in that I ASSUMED Daniel lived in the tower. I mean, if you had a fancy wizard tower full of whiskey, wouldn't you live in that fucker? Hells yes you would. I would too. So I had a little run...

Laphroaig and losing my religion

San Antonio 2004 I think it was May of that year. Might have been June. He was the strangest goddam preacher there ever was. I’m serious now. Never was one like him before and I don’t there ever will be again. Word got around that he cussed like a sailor, and...

The Preacher, Reggie, and Redemption Rye

I want to tell you about my buddy Reggie. Let’s see; how can I put this? Reggie is the clumsiest, most accident prone, stumbling, bumbling, inept, two left footed, bull-in-a-china-closet human being ever to walk this blessed earth. So help me God I do not fucking exaggerate. I once saw this...

Wherein I drink a bottle of Monkey Shoulder because a stranger left it on...

Wednesday in the late morning someone left a bottle of Monkey Shoulder on my front porch. One third full. No note. No explanation. As of yet I have no fucking clue who it was. I posted a panicked burst of paranoid insanity on the Whiskey Tribe Facebook group and promptly...

Forgive me, Ireland. I’ve been a goddam fool

Well shite, that didn't take long. I told you last week I wanted to learn to appreciate Irish whiskey in 2018. It's official. I'm now a fan. Oh Ireland, ye blessed emerald isle, I love you. I love your flag, your wee people, your little pubs tucked into the corners of...

Wherein a drunken Boosh offers up sad new year’s wishes full of regret and...

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m drinking Black Bush. Irish whiskey. And I hate Irish whiskey. At least most of them. There’s a few I don’t mind. Someone gave me one of those DNA testing kits and it turns out I’m 40% Irish. The lads at the pub will...

Why don’t you let old Boosh save you some money?

I have in my hands tonight two awesome drams of goddam whiskey. A classic Bunnahabhain 12, which if you’ve read my shit before you know that’s one of my favorites. Next to it I have a dram of Bunnahabhain 18, gifted to me by none other than the preacher...