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Ever feel like you're talking with someone who obviously at some point in their life drowned and stopped breathing for at least 30 minutes or perhaps as a youngster got kicked in the head by a mule? Just wondering, in general, nothing specific.
 
Ever feel like you're talking with someone who obviously at some point in their life drowned and stopped breathing for at least 30 minutes or perhaps as a youngster got kicked in the head by a mule? Just wondering, in general, nothing specific.
Oh my I wonder who he is talking about guys, certainly not me. But wow I’m offended, getting kicked in the head by a mule is nothing to joke about. And drownings? Really man? Do you know how many people have drowned? It’s not a joking matter. How insensitive
 
we need more tolerant scotch drinkers!

Scotch is different that other liquors I think. What is good has much more to do with the fragrance than the taste once you get to a smooth quality. There is a Scotch maker in a Glenn on the Isle of Skye that demonstrates this with his very very fine stuff. The last time I was there, maybe 35 years ago now, his finest sold for over $100 a bottle.

He had a routine where he would let you taste, a very little bit of his, then a bit of Glenfiddich, which is pretty good but not there with his best. Then he would give you a small snifter of Glenfiddich and a bit of his sloshed around a larger snifter so it wet out a large area so you could get a good nose full of the aroma. Then sip the Glenfiddich. Damned if it didn't taste like his premium stuff!
One bottle of it will go a long way put to that use. But ice cubes would sort of screw with the drill, especial if there is chlorine in the water. Yuk!
 
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Scotch is different that other liquors I think. What is good has much more to do with the fragrance than the taste once you get to a smooth quality. There is a Scotch maker in a Glenn on the Isle of Skye that demonstrates this with his very very fine stuff. The last time I was there, maybe 35 years ago now, his finest sold for over $100 a bottle.

He had a routine where he would let you taste, a very little bit of his, then a bit of Glenfiddich, which is pretty good but not there with his best. Then he would give you a small snifter of Glenfiddich and a bit of his sloshed around a larger snifter so it wet out a large area so you could get a good nose full of the aroma. Then sip the Glenfiddich. Damned if it didn't taste like his premium stuff!
One bottle of it will go a long way put to that use. But ice cubes would sort of screw with the drill, especial if there is chlorine in the water. Yuk!

Has anyone experimented like this with another liquor? @Further maybe? Similar stuff goes on in the Wine tasting rooms but not quite the same where you can actually trick your senses about what you just sipped. Good wine deserves a careful taste and I know, a good red blend based on Burgundy can make steak a step up a notch or two, but no way will can it become a Cabernet. But then a Cabernet Sauvignon is too much to help the steak.
Anyone else indulge in these manly arts?
 
Has anyone experimented like this with another liquor? @Further maybe? Similar stuff goes on in the Wine tasting rooms but not quite the same where you can actually trick your senses about what you just sipped. Good wine deserves a careful taste and I know, a good red blend based on Burgundy can make steak a step up a notch or two, but no way will can it become a Cabernet. But then a Cabernet Sauvignon is too much to help the steak.
Anyone else indulge in these manly arts?

I had a tasting menu where they gave a berry that fucks your taste buds up. They also do different flights, check out Kashka in Portland for vodka tasting.
 
Does not cleaning your bong for months at a time count?

Or is that just stupid, not manly?
 
How about being able to swallow your own puke because you cant let it flow in the environment you are in when it wants out?
 
check out Kashka in Portland for vodka tasting.

Well I probable won't. I guess I have to say, I used up my quota short of my span. So I know what I will know .
But I never found vodka interesting, it just taste like alcohol, even what is suppose to be the best. Even some of that upper end Russian stuff, sipped with caviar. Saying, I'd rather have a Scotch, is unnecessary, would really rather have a lager.
 
Well I probable won't. I guess I have to say, I used up my quota short of my span. So I know what I will know .
But I never found vodka interesting, it just taste like alcohol, even what is suppose to be the best. Even some of that upper end Russian stuff, sipped with caviar. Saying, I'd rather have a Scotch, is unnecessary, would really rather have a lager.

I couldnt tell much if a difference and we got the shit that was like 50 bucks for 6 oz (had a lot of different ones)
 
How about being able to swallow your own puke because you cant let it flow in the environment you are in when it wants out?

Now on the other hand! You remind me of the time when I took my son, a senior in high school at the time, along with a couple of his friends on a sailing trips down the coast from Monterey Bay to So Cal.
We were just rounding Pt Pinos beginning a run down past Big Sur. It was getting quite rough and my son decides it is time to perform for his mates. He stands in the cockpit grabs a line, leans over the side and pukes through his teeth, letting it squirt and drip.
God it grossed out the others, one never recovered. I had to call his dad to come get him soon as we made port.
 
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I couldnt tell much if a difference and we got the shit that was like 50 bucks for 6 oz (had a lot of different ones)

Yeah. Vodka is one of the liquors you always drink With something else. Scotch, you never drink with anything. Not much point in paying for the finest then fuck it up. You need to sniff it, appreciate it, then sip it. You can't do that with Vodka! If you can smell it don't drink it!
 
Well now that I think of it, some might suggest Scotch can be use to improve the taste of food. Thinking back to a time in Inverness, my son decided he wanted to try Haggis. You can't even buy this stuff in the US so if you want to try it, I think it has to be in Scotland. Well any way, I agreed, we should give it a go. The ladies order a meal but we ordered the Haggis!

We got two plates full of that stuff, nothing else but a crowd gathering around. My son went first, shoveled in healthy amount and grinned it down! I was eyeing this pile with a great deal of doubt. The aroma was not attractive either, but I took a bite.

Shit! It was awful!
I pushed the plate away and told the waiter my opinion. This is awful!!! Ha! He was right there! Along with a larger crowd of grinning Scotsman.

He says well it's always well covered with Scotch.
Well ok then! Bring the Scotch!
We dump some of the stuff he brought on the Haggis and I watched as my son gave it a go. He grinned it down again.
Just one small bite and I dropped the spoon! Awful Scotch, Haggis is Awful!

Hey! That Scotch didn't improve that Haggis at all!
Oh no Yank! Yeah need to drink the Scotch an forget the Haggis! The Scotsman watching nodded with approval.

Well then, Glenfiddich please. And out with the Haggis!
 
Does not cleaning your bong for months at a time count?

Or is that just stupid, not manly?
Do they still have bongs?

When I owned a bong, I'm certain that I never cleaned it, not even once. Was that manly? Who knows, who cares but it was incredibly stupid. Anyhow, that was nearly half a century ago and I was young and in many ways unbelievably stupid. Except in technical matters, I'll bet I was more stupid than you were at the same age and I've got the ex-wife to prove it.
 
How about being able to swallow your own puke because you cant let it flow in the environment you are in when it wants out?
When I was about 18, an older friend took me to a drinking party where I got royally drunk on boilermakers. On the ride home I got sick, very, very, very sick. I didn't want to puke inside the car so I rolled down the window and puked all over the passenger door's outside. God, was the driver pissed. To this day, I hate boilermakers even over half a century ago.
 
When I was about 18, an older friend took me to a drinking party where I got royally drunk on boilermakers. On the ride home I got sick, very, very, very sick. I didn't want to puke inside the car so I rolled down the window and puked all over the passenger door's outside. God, was the driver pissed. To this day, I hate boilermakers even over half a century ago.

We did that sort of thing back in the early 70's with this guy who was sick on whisky and hash with a resulting hurl onto the windshield of a dudes car behind us. We used to keep the windows up to absorb the smoke. Smelled quite good in there but it caused him to vomit above the speed limit.
 
Do they still have bongs?

When I owned a bong, I'm certain that I never cleaned it, not even once. Was that manly? Who knows, who cares but it was incredibly stupid. Anyhow, that was nearly half a century ago and I was young and in many ways unbelievably stupid. Except in technical matters, I'll bet I was more stupid than you were at the same age and I've got the ex-wife to prove it.
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Do they still have bongs?

When I owned a bong, I'm certain that I never cleaned it, not even once. Was that manly? Who knows, who cares but it was incredibly stupid. Anyhow, that was nearly half a century ago and I was young and in many ways unbelievably stupid. Except in technical matters, I'll bet I was more stupid than you were at the same age and I've got the ex-wife to prove it.

Hey!! I did ASK if it was just stupid...

Thanks for confirming i'm an idiot! :)
 
When I was in my late teens in the bay 67-69, we drank Red Mountain Burgundy at 1.99 gallon.
Moved back to Portland and we would purchase Henry Enries rhubarb vino. 3.99 a gallon.
 
Ha!
I have been there. Never for the rhubarb though.
Some of my best teenage (and early adulthood) memories and stories involve copious amounts of Henry’s rhubarb wine (along with his Loganberry, currant and sour cherry wines also). That guy made someseriosly rockin’ wines. It didn’t hurt that he didn’t seem to understand the concept of checking IDs very closely. No camping trip of my youth was complete without a plentiful supply of Henry’s. The last time I remember buying it was 1980 though I’m not sure when it closed. His son supposedly still lives on the property but isn’t doing any winemaking. Pity........
 
Some of my best teenage (and early adulthood) memories and stories involve copious amounts of Henry’s rhubarb wine (along with his Loganberry, currant and sour cherry wines also). That guy made someseriosly rockin’ wines. It didn’t hurt that he didn’t seem to understand the concept of checking IDs very closely. No camping trip of my youth was complete without a plentiful supply of Henry’s. The last time I remember buying it was 1980 though I’m not sure when it closed. His son supposedly still lives on the property but isn’t doing any winemaking. Pity........

I hear you!
The Loganberry, and currant and something, probably the cherry was what we went there to get. Way back, 50s 60s.
 
Hey!! I did ASK if it was just stupid...

Thanks for confirming i'm an idiot! :)
Good Lord, you're not the idiot, I was the idiot. In fact, I was their king. My ex was a former stripper who liked men. Now tell me I wasn't stupid.
 
I've always loved that drawing, it definitely conjures a time and place from my long ago.

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I'm not particularly knowledgeable about art but here's a painting that I liked in my first attempt at college. In fact, I, the engineering student, actually parted with some of my precious little money to buy it's print to hang in my dorm room.

https://www.bing.com/th?id=OIP.CBLsNuFgCHbL5kWndAQmogHaFt&w=226&h=174&c=7&o=5&dpr=2.5&pid=1.7

It's a Manet known as "a bar at the folies-bergère".
 

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