Went to a buddy’s house over the weekend who has a ‘bourbon collection’. Sitting out by the fire and he comes out and hands each of us guys a bourbon snifter and says follow me. We go down into his cellar as my eyes adjust to the light I see hundreds of bottles everywhere. Walk right past the Rip 15yr 107 proof, whistle pig boss hog, the van winkle 23yr family edition and start getting pours of pre-prohibition juice. The next hour or so was a blur. 100+yr old wheated whiskies, redbreast, grand-dad, old Taylor, bib greenbrier and the list just keeps going.Ate and DRANK like a complete fatso this past weekend bender in Lexington. No workouts.
lost half a pound.
As a bourbon enjoyer it was humbling and beyond a bucket list moment. This stuff doesn’t even show up in museums and we are consuming it. He wants me to come over and help organize it. Going to see if he’ll let me document and catalog this stuff. It was too much to take in during the span of an evening.


