I like whiskey in my hand for its color, on my tongue for its bite. And I like whiskey in a poem when it raises the stakes, when it threatens to spill or be drunk too quickly, too deeply, for all the wrong reasons. Whiskey can soothe or stoke a poem, casting its amber hue over the lines, lending its light. To top it all off, whiskey is an iamb – so I was surprised to find my hunt for woman-penned poems that mention the liquor specifically more arduous than expected. Sexton has that blistering response to the old song ("Cigarettes and Whiskey and Wild, Wild [...]
It's Whiskey Wednesday.
These days, in the interest of drinking more like a discerning adult and less like the girls from Spring Breakers, I'm cultivating my appreciation for the robust yet affordable Malbec, the post-dinner splash of Fernet. Give me a nice pint over three shots of well tequila any day! Or, most any day.
I've always loved bourbon, but knew I had more to learn. So I consulted Peggy Noe Stevens, the world’s first female master bourbon taster. Stevens earned the title of Master Taster for Woodford Reserve while overseeing guest services at the distillery’s tourist attraction in Versailles, Kentucky. Though [...]