Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.
May 19, 2010 12:55 PM Subscribe
The joy of Bourbon drinking is not the pharmacological effect of C(2)H(5)OH on the cortex but rather the instant of the whiskey being knocked back and the little explosion of Kentucky U.S.A. sunshine in the cavity of the nasopharynx and the hot bosky bite of Tennessee summertime--aesthetic considerations to which the effect of the alcohol is, if not dispensable, at least secondary.Bourbon, an essay by Walker Percy. A warning: "Not only should connoisseurs of Bourbon not read this article, neither should persons preoccupied with the perils of alcoholism, cirrhosis, esophageal hemorrhage, cancer of the palate, and so forth..."
If you're anything like Percy, a good bourbon is only as good as the memory it conjures and the company in which it's enjoyed:
1934: Drinking at a Delta dance, the boys in bi-swing jackets and tabBonus links:
collars, tough-talking and profane and also scared of the girls and
therefore safe in the men's room. Somebody passes around bootleg Bourbon
in a Coke bottle. It's awful. Tears start from eyes, faces turn red.
'Hot damn, that's good!'
Great American Writers and Their Cocktails at NPR
The History of American Whiskey by Gary Regan
A GQ quick guide on What You Really Need to Know About American Whiskey (a more detailed guide can be found here)
And if you're really serious about it, why not visit a few of the stops on the American Whiskey Trail?
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