It’s that time of year again where every weekend is booked up with exciting, albeit tiring, plans; from barbecues, to festivals, to birthday parties and summer holidays, experiences await you around every corner. That’s life, isn’t it, one experience after another. Some are good, some are bad, and some pass us by; but let’s not get too wrapped up in the philosophical.
It’s not the first time I’ve said it, and it certainly won’t be the last but, in my opinion, the amount I love a whiskey has a direct correlation to the experience that surrounded trying it for the first time. I’ll give you a perfect example: I didn’t really get into whiskey fully until I was able to taste it in the place it was made. I’d been…
