Bourbon Suggestions

[Major Eaton]

I'm an award winning Que'er....If it's in So. Cal. I'm there...

[n11pilot]

I'm an award winning Que'er....If it's in So. Cal. I'm there...

I am so going to need a note from my doctor for this.

[Fedoraphile]

Then comes the zenith of man’s pleasure. Then comes the julep – the mint julep. Who has not tasted one has lived in vain. The honey of Hymettus brought no such solace to the soul; the nectar of the Gods is tame beside it. It is the very dream of drinks, the vision of sweet quaffings.

The Bourbon and the mint are lovers. In the same land they live, on the same food they are fostered. The mint dips infant leaf into the same stream that makes The Bourbon what it is. The corn grows in the level lands through which small streams meander. By the brook-side the mint grows. As the little wavelets pass, they glide up to kiss the feet of the growing mint, and the mint bends to salute them. Gracious and kind it is, living only for the sake of others. Like a woman’s heart it gives its sweetest aroma when bruised. Among the first to greet the spring, it comes. Beside gurgling brooks that make music in the fields, it lives and thrives. When the bluegrass begins to shoot its gentle sprays towards the sun, mint comes, and its sweetest soul drinks at the crystal brook. It is virgin then. But soon it must be married to old Bourbon. His great heart, his warmth of temperament, and that affinity which no one understands, demands the wedding.

How shall it be? Take from the cold spring some water, pure as angels are; mix it with sugar till it seems like oil. Then take a glass and crush your mint within it with a spoon – crush it around the borders of the glass and leave no place untouched. Then throw the mint away – it is the sacrifice. Fill with cracked ice the glass; pour in the quantity of Bourbon which you want. It trickles slowly through the ice. Let it have time to cool, then pour your sugared water over it. No spoon is needed; no stirring allowed- just let it stand a moment. Then around the brim place sprigs of mint, so that the one who drinks may find the taste and odor at one draft.

Then when it is made, sip it slowly. August suns are shining, the breath of the south wind is upon you. It is fragrant cold and sweet – it is seductive. No maidens kiss is tenderer or more refreshing, no maidens touch could be more passionate. Sip it and dream-it is a dream itself. No other land can give you so much sweet solace for your cares; no other liquor soothes you in melancholy days. Sip it and say there is no solace for the soul, no tonic for the body like old Bourbon whiskey.

Made a mint julep for the first time this evening, used Woodford Reserve. Perhaps a little late in the season, but, wow it's one fine drink.

[Blackthorn]

Then comes the zenith of man’s pleasure. Then comes the julep – the mint julep. Who has not tasted one has lived in vain. The honey of Hymettus brought no such solace to the soul; the nectar of the Gods is tame beside it. It is the very dream of drinks, the vision of sweet quaffings.

The Bourbon and the mint are lovers. In the same land they live, on the same food they are fostered. The mint dips infant leaf into the same stream that makes The Bourbon what it is. The corn grows in the level lands through which small streams meander. By the brook-side the mint grows. As the little wavelets pass, they glide up to kiss the feet of the growing mint, and the mint bends to salute them. Gracious and kind it is, living only for the sake of others. Like a woman’s heart it gives its sweetest aroma when bruised. Among the first to greet the spring, it comes. Beside gurgling brooks that make music in the fields, it lives and thrives. When the bluegrass begins to shoot its gentle sprays towards the sun, mint comes, and its sweetest soul drinks at the crystal brook. It is virgin then. But soon it must be married to old Bourbon. His great heart, his warmth of temperament, and that affinity which no one understands, demands the wedding.

How shall it be? Take from the cold spring some water, pure as angels are; mix it with sugar till it seems like oil. Then take a glass and crush your mint within it with a spoon – crush it around the borders of the glass and leave no place untouched. Then throw the mint away – it is the sacrifice. Fill with cracked ice the glass; pour in the quantity of Bourbon which you want. It trickles slowly through the ice. Let it have time to cool, then pour your sugared water over it. No spoon is needed; no stirring allowed- just let it stand a moment. Then around the brim place sprigs of mint, so that the one who drinks may find the taste and odor at one draft.

Then when it is made, sip it slowly. August suns are shining, the breath of the south wind is upon you. It is fragrant cold and sweet – it is seductive. No maidens kiss is tenderer or more refreshing, no maidens touch could be more passionate. Sip it and dream-it is a dream itself. No other land can give you so much sweet solace for your cares; no other liquor soothes you in melancholy days. Sip it and say there is no solace for the soul, no tonic for the body like old Bourbon whiskey.

Made a mint julep for the first time this evening, used Woodford Reserve. Perhaps a little late in the season, but, wow it's one fine drink.

"The Bourbon and the mint are lovers"...I love that! A friend was just telling me that this is one of the most popular drinks in New Orleans. Is that true, SOG?

[Super Ordinary Guy]

I have not noticed that in NOLA....

However the Kentucky Derby on the other hand is well known for Mint Juleps and all around in that area.....

What I have seen quite popular in NOLA is Sazerac...

It was originally made with Cognac, Peychaud's Bitters, and absinthe...

The first Cognac that was used for this drink was Sazerac-de-Forge et Fils Cognac, hence the name Sazerac Cocktail......

Now you can find lots of substitutes for all of the above.. even changing Rye for Cognac and so on.....

I was first in NOLA in the early 60's and could find a Sazerac Cocktail just about anywhere and don't ever remember seeing Mint Juleps in those days... but now all has changed in my second most favorite city and Mint Juleps can be found in just about any well stocked bar in the south......

But let us NOT forget the Hurricane at Pat Obriens . Probably the most famous drink of NOLA by visitors..... This restaurant and bar is exactly as it looked in 62.. perhaps updated a bit to make it fancier but the same outside patio , with water display and inside layout. So you are looking at real history when you dine or drink there ....

For most popular and well known drink I would vote for the Hurricane, most historic drink , I would vote for Sazerac even though it is not made the same as the when first invented........

Just my two cents.....

[Blackthorn]

Now that you mention it, SOG, I do remember hearing that the Hurricane is THE N'awlins drink. Now a visit to Obrien's is on my bucket list.

[Super Ordinary Guy]

Now that you mention it, SOG, I do remember hearing that the Hurricane is THE N'awlins drink. Now a visit to Obrien's is on my bucket list.

Let me know when, if at all possible I would love to meet you guys there.....

[Blackthorn]

Now that you mention it, SOG, I do remember hearing that the Hurricane is THE N'awlins drink. Now a visit to Obrien's is on my bucket list.

Let me know when, if at all possible I would love to meet you guys there.....

I'd love that, SOG. So would Mrs Blackthorn.

[Fedoraphile]

Finished off the bottle of Woodford the other night (Tears). I'm wanting to try the Bulleit (possibly even get the rye for Manhattans as well). How is it compared to the Woodford?

[Henri Defense]

I can't say how it compares to Woodford, but I know I highly enjoyed Bulleit rye. Good stuff for sure. I even worked with a gentleman who told me he had family ties to the label, as his mother was a Bulleit.





Henri

[Fedoraphile]

Bought the Bulleit bourbon this afternoon. Not as smooth or as woody as the Woodford. Same proof (90) but it's a kick in the mouth. Good lord is is intense! My first rye heavy whiskey, so it'll take some getting used to. I do like it though.

[Henri Defense]

Bought the Bulleit bourbon this afternoon. Not as smooth or as woody as the Woodford. Same proof (90) but it's a kick in the mouth. Good lord is is intense! My first rye heavy whiskey, so it'll take some getting used to. I do like it though.

So you might say you bit the Bulleit??





Ok. Ok... I'll spare you all the trouble





Henri

[Fedoraphile]

So you might say you bit the Bulleit??





Ok. Ok... I'll spare you all the trouble





Henri

Wow, that's actually better. (Somebody please get that reference...)