Did I really drink one hundred year old rye whiskey tonight? I did!
The thanks goes to a friend who’s family happened upon a forgotten stash of it—two cases—somewhere on the grounds of their glorious Kentucky horse farm.
It tasted like expensive old furniture. And a little like Angostura 1919 Rum. It was AMAZING—certainly the most venerable spirit I’ve ever sampled. With the host’s permission, I made two Sazaracs for beloved guests. Me, I drank it neat. What would I possibly mix with 100 year old rye whiskey?
It was liquid gold! What an unforgettable treat! Thanks, “Bro!”
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wow! I wish I woulda been there. & the bottle was sealed with what? A cork?