I recently had the chance to try a sample of the upcoming Toronto Whisky Society bottling. More on that in the future. Far into the future. Unless you ask or are part of it, then you’ll find out.

When people talk about the good ole days, I, as a Millenial, immediately think they are a crazy racist and hope for a time I only assume all white people owned all other people and women were made to dance at the slightest provocation. However perhaps my generations inability to see in black and white isn’t always the case.

When it comes to whisky, I immediately knee jerk into believing it’ll all taste like heaven and everything made before I started drinking was nectar from the gods. Again I’m using a strawman to show my point: It’s not always going to be minstrel shows or handjobs and rainbows, but rather somewhere in…