It's Day 2 for us Bourboneers, and I'm getting better at typing in the back of this unwieldy Bourbon Assault Vehicle without feeling queasy! Good times.
We began the day with a tour of Old Louisville and the Louisville Slugger Museum. Free mini-bats, and then a day of hooch-tasting. What could possibly go wrong?
Of course, this stuff ain't hooch. And now that we've toured so many distilleries and sampled so many Single Barrels and Double-Aged Reserves and Super Secret Tiny Batches in Bottles That Look Like Barbara Eden Lives In Them, we've all turned into insufferable faux-connoisseurs who stick our noses in everyone else's snifters trying to identify caramel notes.
We're also reading these tony whiskey magazines that grade on a 100 scale, and nothing gets a grade lower than 75. (Because not even bourbon snobs can escape grade inflation.)
One bourbon was described as having "notes of polished leather." Really? So sucking on a catcher's mitt is a good thing?
If you get the chance to come to Louisville, do it. You will leave with high (and copious) spirits.
