My brother and my brother in law partook of the Macallen Christmas night. On Christmas Eve my wife and my father in law did as well. They all approved.
As for me?
One sip, followed by one major whiskey face, followed by a lifetime of continued tea totaling. Sorry, folks. Robbie still don’t drink.
I don’t drink. Ever. I just don’t. There’s no reason for it outside of never having come across an alcoholic beverage that actually tastes good to me. I’m also kind of proud that I’ve never been under the influence, in a weird anti-social sort of way.
This stuff though…
This stuff I’ll at least try. It will probably make me want to vomit, but I’ll give it a try. It comes highly recommended by Neil Peart. Obsessed Rush fans will understand why.
Inside the Red Head's Head 