Yes, we are indeed faced with some serious choices this year. Choices that will determine the future of our nation, our culture, perhaps even our freedom.
But one choice rises above the others. Upon this singular choice hinges the future of our recreational habits and preferences for years to come. It is a choice on which no one can remain neutral.
To flavor, or not to flavor.
This is the stuff of the rise and fall of empires.
Do we drink straight whiskey (altering the term “straight” to include the oak barrel aging of this most wonderful of spirits, as opposed to the harsh taste of a high-proof moonshine – which isn’t all that bad, in its own right), or do we obliterate its subtle, underlying flavors in a tidal wave of sugar and spice? You can probably guess where I come down on this colossal issue, but what about the masses?
If Grandmas everywhere love it, then…?
So let’s be clear. A fine whiskey requires careful attention to detail to things like grain quality, grain bills, fermentation process control, distillation, and barrel selection and aging. Flavored concoctions, on the other hand, require control of only two things…
The underlying alcoholic swill can be of the most common garden variety. And with enough cloying sweetness, almost any complimentary flavor will do.
On the other hand, I might have, on rare occasion, partaken in the forbidden fruit that is known as “flavored whiskey.”
I swear that isn’t me. I planned a shot of me taking a tiny sip of Jack Daniels Honey. I can only speculate that Mad Evan has planted this (incriminating) photo.
So, gentle reader, where do you fall? Whiskey purist? Or one searching for the easiest way to painlessly down the maximum proof?