Infectious Charm. Devastating Wit. Below Average Looks.
My whiskey journey is a baffling one. My first legit tasting session was with a miniature of Johnnie Walker Black. I nearly spit it out and gave up on this "whiskey as a hobby" thing almost as soon as it started. It is now a dependable and steady dram as sure as God made green... Continue Reading →
For the dusty hunters out there in Internet Land, the story of how a man named Jimmy Turner stumbled upon a bottle of his great grandfather Joseph Magnus’ bourbon in his mother’s house in 2007 certainly has its charms. This admittedly remarkable find (at least he didn’t have to pay for it) of a bottle... Continue Reading →
Spokane Whiskey Club 