Perfect way to end the day...

I had a pretty good day today. Finishing up with Bulleit Bourbon, Frontier Whiskey now.

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Anti Federalist said:
Why are there no men writing poetry anymore?

Oh, and by the way, that is where, if anybody is curious, and I doubt they are, I got that term "going sideways" from.



The Betrothed

By Rudyard Kipling

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas - we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at - Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away -

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown -
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty - grey and dour and old -
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar -

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket -
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box - let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila - there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion - bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent - comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion - to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box - let me consider anew -
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba - I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!
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I write poetry, shit just ain't no good. Last great male poet I know of was Dylan thomas:


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

______________________________________
They say
Death begins at birth and life it has no worth
but to grind away the light, waiting for embrace of night
there's no wrong and there's no right, so obey.

Your presence on this earth takes up another's berth
and your mind is not your right, to give in is to fight
against the tyranny of might, so obey.
They say.

And in your soul you rage against this tyranny of worth
but your time it keeps on slipping, falling, dancing from this earth
and death's blank arms are always open.
 
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The only thing I did different is served on the rocks.

This would be interesting to try with all sorts of whiskeys.

Oh, and this: pre-made and artificially flavored sour mix is poison.

The Egg White Variation

2 ounces of bourbon
1 ounce of simple syrup (I made a 1:1 syrup for this)
3/4 ounces lemon juice
1 tsp egg white

Combine everything in a shaker, and shake without ice until its emulsified. Then add ice and shake until it’s chilled. Strain into a glass. (This recipe is a bit less sweet than the first.)

If you don’t garnish it with orange, you may want to add just a touch of orange juice to the mix – that rounds out the flavor considerably. Lime juice is another option. Some people add a dash of bitters, too. You should feel free to play with this recipe until you find your own personal recipe.
 
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Rodney Dangerfield ruined that poem for me.

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bolil said:
I write poetry, shit just ain't no good. Last great male poet I know of was Dylan thomas:


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

______________________________________
They say
Death begins at birth and life it has no worth
but to grind away the light, waiting for embrace of night
there's no wrong and there's no right, so obey.

Your presence on this earth takes up another's berth
and your mind is not your right, to give in is to fight
against the tyranny of might, so obey.
They say.

And in your soul you rage against this tyranny of worth
but your time it keeps on slipping, falling, dancing from this earth
and death's blank arms are always open.
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heavenlyboy34 said:
What do you recommend for n00bs to fine drinks like yours truly? Thanx. ~hugs~
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Well, let's start here: do you like the taste of any distilled spirit "straight"?

If not, start with a good vodka (Tito's, Ketel One, Absolut) and one of the light fruit juice drinks made with it, screw driver, that modified Cape Codder that I posted above, that kind of thing.
 
I've been going down this road since AF posted it

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Mama's not real pleased at the price.....

Except he didn't......
 
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If you find that you like the taste of a good spirit, then some of the classics can really bring that flavor out.

A Manhattan or the above whiskey sour or the classic martini are all good choices.
 
Anti Federalist said:
The only thing I did different is served on the rocks.

This would be interesting to try with all sorts of whiskeys.

Oh, and this: pre-made and artificially flavored sour mix is poison.

The Egg White Variation

2 ounces of bourbon
1 ounce of simple syrup (I made a 1:1 syrup for this)
3/4 ounces lemon juice
1 tsp egg white

Combine everything in a shaker, and shake without ice until its emulsified. Then add ice and shake until it’s chilled. Strain into a glass. (This recipe is a bit less sweet than the first.)

If you don’t garnish it with orange, you may want to add just a touch of orange juice to the mix – that rounds out the flavor considerably. Lime juice is another option. Some people add a dash of bitters, too. You should feel free to play with this recipe until you find your own personal recipe.
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*hides the wiskey, replaces it with Amaretto, no need for the syrup with this one
 
Anti Federalist said:
If you find that you like the taste of a good spirit, then some of the classics can really bring that flavor out.

A Manhattan or the above whiskey sour or the classic martini are all good choices.
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Such a metrosexual, you.

Lol. J/k of course.

I don't like mixing my whiskeys. Not top shelf anyway. And even then without much more than water.

Getting ready to mix a McClellan 12 with a bit of water and ice even now.

Vodkas? I like some top shelfs with water only. I DO enjoy a nice dirty vodka martini though.
 
phill4paul said:
Such a metrosexual, you.

Lol. J/k of course.

I don't like mixing my whiskeys. Not top shelf anyway. And even then without much more than water.

Getting ready to mix a McClellan 12 with a bit of water and ice even now.

Vodkas? I like some top shelfs with water only. I DO enjoy a nice dirty vodka martini though.
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Uncultured swine. ;)

Nothing more manly than the classic martini.

Now, if I was here posting Jello Shooter and Sex on the Beach drinks, then maybe you'd have good cause to be concerned.

Wish I could enjoy a good bourbon whiskey straight up, but Mr. Jack and I had a very bad week many years ago, (I think there were other guests invited to that party, with long chemical names I cannot recall right now) and since then, I've had to push back on that.
 
Anti Federalist said:
Uncultured swine. ;)

Nothing more manly than the classic martini.

Now, if I was here posting Jello Shooter and Sex on the Beach drinks, then maybe you'd have good cause to be concerned.

Wish I could enjoy a good bourbon whiskey straight up, but Mr. Jack and I had a very bad week many years ago, (I think there were other guests invited to that party, with long chemical names I cannot recall right now) and since then, I've had to push back on that.
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One of those eh? Never had one myself.......Jim Beam is pretty tasty strait up.

In fact, before you got me addicted to the expensive shit :p, that was my favorite.
 
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