Adventures in booze-testing
Nov. 30th, 2008 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elabyThis is one of those things that happened where my dad said, "I bet we'll be reading about this online, won't we?" I felt an obligation to post about this as a result XD
On Thanksgiving, while we were waiting for the vegetables and stuffing to cook after we had taken out the turkey to sit before carving, somehow we got on the subject of the Knob Creek Kentucky straight bourbon sitting in my dad's liquor cabinet. My dad wanted us to try it, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coastal_spirit mentioned it tasting like something, I believe, along the lines of engine cleaner. It was nothing, she said, as good as the ladies' sipping whiskey we tried when we were at a whiskey brewery in Scotland; since I found that stuff beyond awful, I was kind of perversely fascinated about what this bourbon would taste like. Then my father proceeded to throw back half a shot of it, much to the secretly-impressed horror of the rest of us, and I knew I'd never live it down if I didn't try some.
Holy god, it was remarkably vile.
But although I would never drink it for recreational purposes, it did have a strangely interesting taste. I don't know if I just have a really vivid imagination, but when I tasted it, I saw a room constructed out of old, weathered, rough-hewn wood, with an open staircase against the back wall. My dad said that it's aged in wooden barrels, which might explain the taste of wood. It was weird, anyway. I almost wanted to taste more to see if I could figure out what the sensation was. Almost ^^;;
On Thanksgiving, while we were waiting for the vegetables and stuffing to cook after we had taken out the turkey to sit before carving, somehow we got on the subject of the Knob Creek Kentucky straight bourbon sitting in my dad's liquor cabinet. My dad wanted us to try it, and
coastal_spirit mentioned it tasting like something, I believe, along the lines of engine cleaner. It was nothing, she said, as good as the ladies' sipping whiskey we tried when we were at a whiskey brewery in Scotland; since I found that stuff beyond awful, I was kind of perversely fascinated about what this bourbon would taste like. Then my father proceeded to throw back half a shot of it, much to the secretly-impressed horror of the rest of us, and I knew I'd never live it down if I didn't try some.Holy god, it was remarkably vile.
But although I would never drink it for recreational purposes, it did have a strangely interesting taste. I don't know if I just have a really vivid imagination, but when I tasted it, I saw a room constructed out of old, weathered, rough-hewn wood, with an open staircase against the back wall. My dad said that it's aged in wooden barrels, which might explain the taste of wood. It was weird, anyway. I almost wanted to taste more to see if I could figure out what the sensation was. Almost ^^;;
