Last night I had the opportunity to sip a bit of...well, a bit of something special. At the end of a fine meal at Jack The Horse Tavern, I was offered the nectar of the gods (a misnomer, mind you, since I'm actually referring to a goddess in particular - one Ms. LeNell Smothers). The Tavern's esteemed bartender - one Mr. Damon Dyer - had recently paid call on Ms. Smothers and acquired a bottle of her Red Hook Rye Batch #2 for his own use.
He'd been waiting for someone to taste it with, and I was the lucky cocktail geek to be in the right place at the right time. Besides, Damon was itching to give it a swirl and a sip.
The bottle was opened. Small glasses of the elixir were poured.
The nose was sweet, but rye went down like fire. Then my mouth had the pleasure of a sensational burn accompanied by a tantalizing carmel and spice finish.
This isn't rye for the weak. Frankly, I may be too much of a wuss to ever buy a bottle. That little thimble full was enough of a palate rollercoaster to keep me off of the E-ticket rides for a while.
Still, what a ride!
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