So what the heck do I mean by Feathers Flight at the top? What kinda weird thing am I doing now? Is this review going to be about my genitalia again?
Well no. Not all of it. I kinda promise.
Every year, all I’d like to do for my birthday is review whisky. I don’t want to clean up after a party, or hang out, or anything like that: I just want to review whisky. And I get to review whisky because my friends and family are amazing and buy me whisky.
This year I’m going twice. Only twice, I know. So I asked for some recommendations, and then was told by my wife that for the first trip, she’d be picking out what I’d be drinking, as she’s paying.
Oh, and where do I go for this bevy of barley (malted that is)? Why I go to the Feathers…
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