A man walks into a bar…
He’s handed a whisky
dark and rich in color
with a dusty mustiness on the nose
that soon gives way to deep, rich red stone fruit.
“If a cantaloupe were a cherry, and the meat of the fruit were aged to perfection like a 3 year-old Gouda…”
“Shut up, Jerry, and drink your drink.”
“Damn, this would be a good whisky with a Cuban cigar…”
A man walks out of a bar.
But the whisky still coats his mouth, full and rich,
almost waxy rather than oily
with a sweet, high, nectarific note
that transforms quickly into a plummy red wine one
–in the most sophisticated way possible.
A man walks into another bar…
the finish from his whisky, spicy, but breathy, like a menthol
which leaves just the nicest nondescript spice burn
(not bright enough to be a tingle).
He thinks of ordering another whisky
then thinks better of it.
On the scale of jokes centering on bars–
The Bunnahabhain 10 Year Old TWB Originals 1st Fill Oloroso (57.1%) is this classic from The New Yorker—Saucy, tough, and brilliantly to the point, this one really delivers.
–Our thanks to The Whisky Barrel for the sample!