I have an unopened bottle of Seagrams from 1946, and a bottle of Old Forester from 1953, where time + the VERY heavy glass stopper cracked the plastic seal and broke the cork. Both belonged to my better half’s grandfather
I once tasted some regular Cuervo gold my buddy brought to a cabin weekend. He was going to make margaritas (with HFCS mix) and I nabbed a pour to sip on. It was one of the best tequilas I’ve ever tasted. I couldn’t believe it was Cuervo, and then he told me that it was a bottle his Dad brought back from Mexico in the 80’s. Apparently that stuff was really good back in the day.
It’s like a punch in the face. We bought 2 bottles, passed one around on my wedding night and most people hated it, it’s so strong, we didn’t even finish it. I ended up giving that one to a buddy, and I still have the other bottle, but I haven’t found a reason to crack it open yet.
Woodford Reserve. They make a Double Oaked you can find in most liquor stores. I’d try that first, but I don’t think they taste all that similar. The double double is much oakier in flavor, but the nose is similarly pleasant.
I have a 5000 yo former prince of some whacky kingdom I can’t pronounce. His head is partly caved-in but he’s generally cheerful despite his gruesome cause of death. He lives (haunts?) in the sink but comes out to scare the dog and MIL. Classic white robe type deal but older than the usual ghosts I encounter.
I’ve been using it (70%) to prep my face before hair removal sessions, soaked onto a cotton ball. But the effect is that I can somewhat taste the stuff. Not terrible, but not good. Intriguing. Which got me to thinking, I wonder how desperate a person would have to be to drink this…
My uncle doesn’t drink, but still collects small bottles of spirits, but I get you, I mainly find the bottles and liquid beautiful and only drink occasionally.
I will never drink ever again. I have done plenty of dope and no shortage of alchohol quite a while ago. I don’t miss it one bit and If I’m after dope it’ll never be booze.
Drinking alchohol is synonyms to a slow suicide and and self destruction. It makes you stupid and it is like saying out loud that you have shitty memories you can’t, but want to, forget. Not that you will but you will stop caring about yourself and wanting to forget memories.
Come here, I got this big club. I can handle your desire to forget. Just don’t talk about the club, okay?
We have a friend who says “There is no problem alcohol cannot make worse.”. I do like cocktails but just one is usually my limit as I don’t really like being drunk. It’s more part of food culture for many of us.
I see where you are comming from, and while I disagree with some points you make, I am truly happy for you that you have managed to be clean, and I wish you all the best.
I meant no disrespect to your struggles with this thread, but since this is one of the largest communities on lemmy threads about drink and drinking will show up, so I don’t know what you want me to do.
I have no desire to forget in this case, I have never mentioned any club, so I think you are a bit confused.
Again, I am very happy to hear that you have got clean, and I really wish you a bright future, but if you are in this situation, perhaps this thread isn’t for you?
Oh I couldn’t help but take the opportunity to explain the truth of certain decisions. I’m just a complete prick for that kind of thing. And for club, let me just say that this isn’t a real fight beyond this here and now moment. Take it with a sense of mutual respect if you can handle the truth I already laid down. I’d say more but I just want you to see this fight & club. There’s a fantastic movie all about it and if you haven’t seen it, you should and then you’d understand why I just can’t talk about the fight club.
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