Learning as I go…

I have so many good memories tied to whiskey. It is my favorite way to finish a good meal. It’s my favorite way to welcome a good friend into my home. A tumbler with whiskey and a few ice cubes has been enjoyed during some of my most memorable nights, worst days, and longest flights. Some days I get sophisticated & feel I deserve a nice single-malt scotch, but most days a simple serving of cheep whiskey reminds me of my humble roots. It is an honor to be able to share Stranahan’s with a friend, but its nice to find yourself holding a glass of “Jim” too. I’ll stop here for fear of sounding like an alcoholic. But seriously, when I taste a bit of sour mash on the back of my tongue a flood of memories are triggered… … some smooth and some bitter.