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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Don’t sweat it too much, it’s just bourbon. Hell, people make it everywhere. Oh, wait a minute I live in Kentucky. WE make everywhere HERE. Dude-you’re screwed.
That’s EXACTLY the problem. The liquor stores in my northern hinterland are a wasteland of Light Beer and Jack Daniels. Of necessity I usually buy 1792 Bourbon when I’m traveling through other areas.
You’re in the heart of it all. Enjoy! The good folks in Kentucky have my thanks for making a good product. In fact there’s a bit of a Renaissance in distilling lately and I’m loving it. I’m sure there are other bourbons as good as 1792 that I don’t know about. Maybe I need to plan a road trip?
Time to reinstitute Hammurabi’s code about putting to death the architect/workers if a building collapses. And I don’t even like single-malt. Yet. I’m working on it.
If the barrels aren’t broken, the shaking up of the contents won’t hurt. At least that’s what I read in a piece last week about the shaking the barrels got when they used to be shipped from the plant to the market via wagon, river barge & ship
I read about the river barge thing too. Fascinating. I look forward to barrels placed in gently rocking frames for the aging process.
I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s just that I’m happy with 1792 and don’t feel like looking for an alternative. (I’ve heard Buffalo Trace is good but haven’t tested it.)
I like 1792 as well… to mix things up a bit try Ghost Hill from Dripping Springs, Texas if you can get it where you are.
I’ll look for it.
Visited with the local purveyor of adult beverages and bought a bottle of 1792 when the first collapse occurred. Going to go back and see if the prices are going up or if there is any stock left just for grins.
I haven’t yet found a “spare” bottle. But that’s par for the course where I live even before the roof collapse.
They’ll probably market the hell out of this with “Roof Collapse Reserve” made of the “survivor” barrels.
Eagle Rare.
Noted.
Shaking the barrels, like the original IPA’s.