When the bachelor wants to belly up to his bar, it isn’t just the quality of his booze that makes for enjoyment, it’s what he holds it in. In keeping with bachelor style, you should have the requisite glasses for the requisite giggle water.
No beer glasses for wine, no wine glasses for a martini, you get the photo.
Nothing quite like a single malt in the proper glass so as to appreciate its aroma as well as its taste. Nothing quite like a crystal rock glass with sparkling ice and a Bourbon that can’t be beat.
When it’s time to up your bar class with the right glass think Libbey Bar in a Box, eighteen pieces for your drinking enjoyment.
One of the finer bachelor things in life is a rock glass filled with bourbon and ice. The liquid’s color, the aroma, the taste, and of course the wonderful psychological effect of drinking sufficient (or more than sufficient) quantities of this nectar of the corn gods is a consummation devoutly to be wished.
Maybe it would be better phrased, “a consuming devoutly to be wished,” because that’s what it’s for…drinking.
Now, as with all other things, pleasurable or otherwise, there is a law that controls bourbon. Since you’re all dying to know what that might be, let’s take a gander at the Code of Federal Regulations at 27 CFR 5.22 (b)(1)(i) :
“Bourbon whisky is whisky produced not exceeding 160° proof from a fermented mash of not less than 51 percent corn and stored at not more than 125° proof in charred new oak containers.”
It has to be made in the US but not necessarily Kentucky, (although most is, and certain types of bourbon must be made there). It cannot contain any additives.
So now that we’ve taken care of the fine print, here is one recommendation for bourbon that you just might like to sip on, BUFFALO TRACE
It tastes of caramel, vanilla, with a trace of mint in the aftertaste, smooth as silk; a bourbon to make a bachelor a mellow fellow. Sounds like sixties’ print ad copy, but your humble servant at this blog means what he says. I drink it, and you might want to try it.