If you’ve talked to me at all in the past few years, then it’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of alcohol. Be it a strong beer (or five) to guzzle while watching a game, a cocktail to ease a long day, or a shot of whiskey to start the night, I find solace through ounces of liquid courage. Not exclusively of course, but I’m definitely someone who enjoys a good drink.
Recently my pursuit of alcohol induced happiness has been more about discovery than finding the fastest way to end up inebriated. Whether it’s trying out some really adventurous cocktails (egg whites anyone?), partaking in a black saison, or a barleywine aged in red wine barrels, I find the amount of variety in the smell, taste, and feeling of a new drinking experience astounding.
I just now finished reading professional wine writer Natalie MacLean’s book “Red, White, and Drunk All Over.” In it she writes, “Even when drinking alone, my mind will still clink with past toasts, glasses drained, and fond farewells. Some wines will always taste like a lost argument or a long embrace. I think many of us have a secret cellar in our minds where we collect empty bottles filled with memories.” I admire her for her ease at which she puts her passion of wine into words.
And really, I love how poetic it all is. How every empty glass can be a reminder of a time celebrated or even moments most tragic, like pictures in a photo album. I’m excited to explore more of what the world of beer, wine and spirits has to offer and to those moments that I’ll associate with them. Maybe (hopefully) I’ll start writing about a select few. Until then, here’s to your next glass of wonder and excitement.
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