When one starts their journey through all that is “whiskey”, the first stop is usually something along the lines of a whiskey and Coke. Then you start to notice that you’re liking them stronger and stronger, until you realize that you really don’t even need the Coke. You pour a nice glass of something on the rocks, and then you find yourself getting increasingly disappointed in how quickly the ice melts and proofs down your whiskey, so you say, “Alright. No water.”
At this point you start really looking at the back bar, or you start noticing all the different whiskeys your friends have, and you begin to think that there’s more out there that you should try. The next thing you know, you’re standing in a liquor store parking lot at 7am, meeting buddies to swap samples of various Stagg Jr batches, while waiting for the truck that is
