Last to bed, first to rise
Edit: this was written at 6:34 am on Sunday morning.
Why oh why is it always like this. No matter what I do I am always the odd ball who stays up way too late and then wakes up like four hours later. Right now it’s freezing and I’m sitting next to a portable heater with a cat who is sort of awake too.
If my intestines don’t lie, it’s safe to say that last night I drank quite a bit of Weller Antique 107 proof. First and last thing I tasted. My guts still kind of burn and I might need some tums.
Overall I enjoyed this bottle of Weller as much as their other bottles I’ve tried. A few things I liked about it were the price, the color and that’s pretty much it. I didn’t so much like the taste. It’s very old timey, cough syrup sweet with subtle hints of oak. I found it to be similar in taste to the 7 yo 90 proof but it’s still different enough to favor the 7/90.
It really reminded me of Bulleit, which markets itself as a frontier whiskey. They share the same copper penny flavor and a somewhat orange hue. It’s also got a little edge to it. I found to be better with tons of ice and a little water to be safe.
Whenever I have some bourbon I find too sweet it usually tastes better if I leave it alone for a few days and then give it a try again (see old grand dad.)


December 17th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
Ur hilarious. I can’t believe you wrote this while I laid on the floor in blissful slumber and ConoLu camped in their room for the four hours you describe. You obviously need to drink more. Then you would sleep like the rest of us. J/k. xoxo