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.
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.