Defenestrations


  1. The Perfect Whiskey for People Who Don’t Like the Taste of Whiskey
For my birthday, I decided to buy myself some whiskey (or rather, let someone who gave me birthday money buy me some whiskey). When it comes to whiskey, I’m a simple girl. Whiskey on the rocks is all I need. I don’t go for your fancy-schmancy mixers and I can’t remember the last time a soda-related beverage went down my gullet. I realize all of this makes me strange. Stranger still, I actually like the taste of whiskey.
But I’ve seen a lot of people go nuts (scientific term) for honey-flavored whiskeys, so I decided to give it a shot. Honey, no.
Before someone decides to get into a Kentucky bourbon vs. Tennessee whiskey debate with me (ahem, Nick) — this ain’t about that. This is about the corruption of something that is pure and raw. I realize I might not be the “target audience” for this particular beverage, but all drinking this abomination does is make me wish I could have real whiskey. 
I wonder who the hell puts honey in their whiskey anyway. Somebody had to have done that first. Let me find them so I can shoot them in the head (or in the alternative, hand them a wine cooler and tell them to leave my whiskey alone). Whiskey is perfect — why would you fuck it up like that? The only way you can make whiskey better is to age it longer, and anyone who believes otherwise is a fool.
And yet I’m still drinking it. So basically I’ve come to the conclusion that this shit is great for people who can’t handle straight whiskey but still want to look like a bad-ass. Pro-tip: learn to drink.
5/10, would not recommend, will not buy again, but will continue to drink, because alcohol.

    The Perfect Whiskey for People Who Don’t Like the Taste of Whiskey

    For my birthday, I decided to buy myself some whiskey (or rather, let someone who gave me birthday money buy me some whiskey). When it comes to whiskey, I’m a simple girl. Whiskey on the rocks is all I need. I don’t go for your fancy-schmancy mixers and I can’t remember the last time a soda-related beverage went down my gullet. I realize all of this makes me strange. Stranger still, I actually like the taste of whiskey.

    But I’ve seen a lot of people go nuts (scientific term) for honey-flavored whiskeys, so I decided to give it a shot. Honey, no.

    Before someone decides to get into a Kentucky bourbon vs. Tennessee whiskey debate with me (ahem, Nick) — this ain’t about that. This is about the corruption of something that is pure and raw. I realize I might not be the “target audience” for this particular beverage, but all drinking this abomination does is make me wish I could have real whiskey. 

    I wonder who the hell puts honey in their whiskey anyway. Somebody had to have done that first. Let me find them so I can shoot them in the head (or in the alternative, hand them a wine cooler and tell them to leave my whiskey alone). Whiskey is perfect — why would you fuck it up like that? The only way you can make whiskey better is to age it longer, and anyone who believes otherwise is a fool.

    And yet I’m still drinking it. So basically I’ve come to the conclusion that this shit is great for people who can’t handle straight whiskey but still want to look like a bad-ass. Pro-tip: learn to drink.

    5/10, would not recommend, will not buy again, but will continue to drink, because alcohol.