#BUT. he is 100% scotch in spirit

[werebutch]

deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow / what you need is someone strong to guide you

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Humphrey Bogart (Casablanca, Key Largo, Sabrina)—John Huston speaking at Bogart's funeral: "Himself, he never took his work too seriously. He regarded the somewhat gaudy figure of Bogart, the star, with an amused cynicism; Bogart, the actor, he held in deep respect … In each of the fountains at Versailles there is a pike which keeps all the carp active; otherwise they would grow over-fat and die. Bogie took rare delight in performing a similar duty in the fountains of Hollywood. Yet his victims seldom bore him any malice, and when they did, not for long. His shafts were fashioned only to stick into the outer layer of complacency, and not to penetrate through to the regions of the spirit where real injuries are done … He is quite irreplaceable. There will never be another like him."

Buster Keaton (The General, The Navigator, Sherlock Jr.)—For me Buster’s hotness comes not just from his physical beauty but in the constant surprise and contradictions of the man, he’s simultaneously delicate/rough, feminine/masculine, confident/vulnerable, 5foot5 pretty face with an unexpectedly deep voice, at first glance you think oh he’s a cute little thing and then he takes his top off and it’s Superman abs underneath. He was intensely shy in social situations but had no hesitation in jumping off the top of a building. He famously never smiled on screen* but he exudes warmth and joy and laughter. He created some of the most beautiful, intelligent movies ever made but refused to acknowledge his own genius and talent as an artist, instead maintaining that all he wanted to do was make people laugh. If he was here in reality competing in this poll he would give it 100% but he would not be at all bothered if he didn’t win. And that’s why he’s the hottest vintage man. A vote for Buster is a vote for all that is good and decent in the world 💕 (*he did smile on camera occasionally despite his own assertions to the contrary 😄)

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

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Humphrey Bogart propaganda:

Bogart on why he became an actor: "I was born to be indolent and this was the softest of rackets."

Bogart about his wife Methot [who later divorced him]: "I like a jealous wife ... I wouldn't give you two cents for a dame without a temper."

Bogart, on why he was one of the only cast members filming African Queen to avoid catching dysentery: "All I ate was baked beans, canned asparagus and Scotch Whiskey. Whenever a fly bit me, it dropped dead."

Bogart's advice to a recently-nominated friend on how to write an acceptance speech for an oscar: "Just say you did it all yourself and don't thank anyone."

"the way he looks at Lauren Bacall……"

Buster Keaton propaganda:

"Just look at his freaking face...."

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"Ripped body, gorgeous unique face, beautiful personality too"

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Bayverse Tipsy HCs

I went to a fun lil bar with some friends tonight and as I was looking around, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of drinkers the guys would be...so here we are. Everyone is 25+ (drink responsibly)

mentions alcohol, obviously

-Raph is a lightweight. Like a few drinks, and he's laughing and goofing around with Mikey like he's 16 again, messing with his brothers and telling stories; like a weight comes off his shoulders and he can relax, a lopsided smile plastered on his face.

-Leo only drinks sake (for the aesthetic). Mikey makes fun if him relentlessly (he calls Leo a weeb, in sibling name-calling fun). Leo claims he likes the taste, but Mike has compared the spirit to sweaty socks on multiple occasions. Leo will roll his eyes as he sips from his cup, Mikey and Raph giving him endless shit- but no one misses the wince as he swallows.

-Mike is the party dude- always has been, always will be. When he's feelin' it, he's all smiles and laughter until everyone else goes to bed for the night; sometimes staying up even later to play videogames by himself, or to text a friend, so the fun doesn't end too soon. He's the party instigator, turning movie nights into drinking games, or card games into waterfall. The guy loves to have a good time- and to turn his brain off so he doesn't have to think for a while.

-Don is a wild card. He likes whiskey, scotch, or bourbon- but doesn't drink to get drunk, he just genuinely enjoys the taste (Mikey and Raph know better than to make fun of Donnie, cause of threats that will be followed through on). When he wants to party, though, he rolls a joint in the back of his lab and lights up a fat one; and the man is alllll giggles when he's stoned- just a happy high going on while he watches his brothers with amusement on his face, and a bag of pork rinds in his hand.

-Mikey knows that Donnie smokes, and the brothers occasionally sneak off together to a tunnel far away enough from the lair that mother hen (Leo) won't smell anything (Leo knows, he's not an idiot). Leo doesn't really care, he's mostly just annoyed that they feel like they need to hide it from him. Raph smoked with them a few times, but it just made him paranoid- so he just sticks to what works.

-Raph gets goofy when he's tipsy; sometimes singing along to the music Mikey puts on the stereo, sometimes dancing to it in the middle on the living room- but always having a good time. He would 100% put the lampshade on his head and dance around to Elvis if he felt like it (90s movies). Loveable drunk guy energy.

-Leo is the sad girl drunk- getting emotional for seemingly no reason, abruptly leaving the room, then coming back an hour later and demanding an apology when every one else has forgotten what in the hell he's talking about. He feels things so much deeper when his guards are down; much quicker to anger, quicker to cry. He also wants to talk about deep things when he's tipsy, much to Mikey's irritation.

-Mikey has jackass energy when he's trashed. Like, let's ride this shopping cart off this ramp and see how far it goes into the street. Or what will happen if we shoot fireworks off in the tunnels? Or let's go down to the Hudson and see if we can spar underwater. Raph is his ride or die when it comes to his drunken schemes, but Leo always manages to shut down their plans somehow (he's not afraid to tattletale).

-Mikey can drink all of them under the table though, even Splinter.

-The guys' favorite game to play is beer pong- Raph is the undisputed champion of singles, but Mikey and Leo have won doubles every tournament for two years in a row. Donnie and Raph together can't focus long enough for the competition; Raph getting distracted by the music, and Donnie laughing too hard at him to aim the ball.

-Once Donnie set a glass of six raw eggs in front of a hungover Mikey, sliding it to him and mumbling about a hangover cure as Raph recorded them on his phone from the hallway to the kitchen. Splinter walked in as Mikey spit the mixture everywhere, and they were cleaning up egg yolk from the walls for a week.

-When Leo does let go of the control and anxiety, he has so much fun goofing around with his brothers like they used to as kids. It warms his heart to see them all gathered around a table, playing games and spending time together, as adults. He loves them so much. No Mike, I'm just a little tired, that's why- yeah, don't worry about it.

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this was so fun lol :) as always, hit me up if you wanna join the tag train 18+

[shelyue99]

You see the three musketeers sit around the table here shooting the bull, so while it rolls on I'll see if I can make any sense out of this. The three are Irishmen-one Capt. Nixon, and Lt. Welsh and last of all the Major. Now Capt. Nixon is the biggest drunk I've ever seen, known, or hope to see. He's worth a small fortune, never'll have to work a lick in his life, but absolutely the most reliable man I've ever known. Welsh is as bullheaded as you'd expect an Irishman to be.

—May 16, 1945, Letter to DeEtta

At the present time we're (Nixon and I) ribbing Lt. Welsh about marrying an Irish girl by the name of Kitty Grogan. He hopes to be married inside of four months. We're carefully explaining that some 4F will grab her off before that. If he does manage to get married, we promise to steal the bride for the balance of his leave unless he hires us to protect him from others who may have the same intentions. Price is 1 qt. of scotch for Nixon and 1 qt. of ice cream for myself. He doesn't take us seriously.

—May 30, 1945, Letter to DeEtta

I've mentioned Capt. Nixon I believe, of Nixon, N.J. [W]ell I've got him writing his first letter since last Nov. to his wife. Quite a guy, he's having one hell of a time getting organized and down to work. Claims he hasn't anything to say to her, just to his dog. He has a baby boy that he's never seen, but he won't talk about his son, it's always his dog. Knowing you, why I know you could spend an enjoyable two or three hours talking about how awful he is-if you knew him. However I'll tell you he's idealistic. I've known him three years and lived and slept aside and fought with him for two. This guy loves one thing right at this stage of life: a bottle of spirits or a fight. He's OK in a fight, but Jesus, outside of that he's absolutely the most undependable man you'd ever want to find.

Since we've been overseas he's only run around with one girl. An English girl and she was anything but beautiful. However she was a good listener and companion. In fact I am not too sure but this guy might end up staying over here in England. Ah yes, things are really snafu-and don't ask me what that means.

Now here we have Welsh & Nixon mixing Vodka, rum & vermouth-oh boy it won't be long now.

—June 2, 1945, Letter to DeEtta

(Writing about the job offer at Nixon Nitration Works) “I don't count on a thing until I have it," Dick confessed, "but it sounds good."

—September 2,  1945, Letter to DeEtta

Do you know what this new regimental C.O. has gone and done? Declared me essential. Why? Well you know all those nice things one can say at a time like that. Me, with 100 points as of V-E Day, and about the only officer in the regiment who has enough points to get out, and who doesn't want any part of the army, stuck until the division goes home. Which won't be this year. Boy, do you smell smoke? Don't worry, it's just me.

Capt. Nixon left this week, which makes everything just dandy. I am about as lonesome as a lovesick swab who married a Wave on an eight hour pass.

—September 16, 1945, Letter to DeEtta

From “Hang Tough: The WWII Letters and Artifacts of Major Dick Winters”

[scotianostra]

William Stevenson, the hoarding beggar died on July 17th 1817 in Kilmarnock.

Some beggars have been remarkable quite as much for their eccentricity, as for the amount of money they left behind them. Such was the case with William Stevenson, who died at Kilmarnock on the 17th of July 1817.

Although bred a mason, the greater part of his life was spent as a beggar. About the year 1787, he and his wife separated, making this strange agreement – that whichever of them was the first to propose and reunion, should forfeit £100 to the other. According to the statements in the Scotch newspapers, there is no evidence that they ever saw each other again.

In 1815, when about 85 years old, Stevenson was seized with an incurable disease, and was confined to his bed. A few days before his death, feeling his end to be near, he sent for a baker, and ordered twelve dozen burial-cakes, a large quantity of sugared biscuit, and a good supply of wine and spirits. He next sent for a joiner, and instructed him to make a good, sound, dry, roomy, ‘comfortable’ coffin.

Next he summoned a grave-digger, whom he requested to select a favourable spot in the churchyard of Riccarton, and there dig a roomy and comfortable grave. This done, he ordered an old woman who attended him, to go to a certain nook, and bring out £9, to pay all these preliminary expenses: assuring her that she was remembered in his will.

Shortly after this he died. A neighbour came in to search for his wealth, which had been shrouded in much mystery. In one bag was found large silver pieces, such as dollars and half dollars, crowns and half-crowns; in a heap of musty rags, was found a collection of guineas and seven-shilling pieces; and in a box were found bonds of various amounts, including one for £300 – giving altogether a sum of about £900. A will was also found, bequeathing £20 to the old woman, and most of the remainder to distant relations, setting aside sufficient to give a feast to all the beggars who chose to come and see his body ‘lie in state.’

The influx was immense; and after the funeral, all retired to a barn which had been fitted up for the occasion; and there they indulged in revelries but little in accordance with the solemn season of death.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Carving treasures out of wood after going on a wild goose chase over a what seems to be self-inflicted curse

Wood carving is actually kinda chill once you get the hang of it and stop worrying about accidentally cutting one of your fingers off. Sure, I’ll probably really need to smooth things out with sandpaper, but after several attempts, I’m finally satisfied with what I’m coming up with. After all, you shouldn’t expect to be able to get something right the first few times if it’s all completely new to you.

This venture into wood carving was kinda random in the sense that we didn’t plan for it, but it provided us a nice sort of distraction after the past couple days have been quite eventful. By that, I mean in a not so good way, the kind that sorta leaves you tired in an I’m done with this shit. And I was not the only one who felt that way.

I’ve learned over the years that solving a mystery or a dilemma isn’t always straightforward. Sure, it can be satisfying when you can finally address a nagging question or bring closure to something that’s haunted you for a long time. But more often than not, trying to get to the heart of a mystery or a problem often results in more questions, bringing in more uncertainty that can potentially lead to an unsatisfactory resolution.

Sometimes it’s best to leave things alone, especially when it’s not in your place to get involved. Trouble comes to those who don’t know when to stay in their own lane. For me though, I don’t find it an issue - I know when to back out. But for some, they’re too busy poking and prodding that they don’t realize the disturbance they’ve caused - and that’s obviously not a good thing. In other words, it’s easier said than done when it comes to minding your own business.

We originally just came here to collect wood gyroids, and since the woods isn’t too far from the consultation office, I invited the gang - Taiki, Nene, Batt, Emmanuelle, Mikayla, Satoshi, Scotch, Haru, as well as Aileen and Kira - to join in on the fun. The kids especially enjoyed running around looking for gyroids.

What was supposed to be a chill get together turned out to be something else - not that it took away from the good, just an unexpected detour that maybe we could’ve done without. then again, work is work, and with exorcism jobs few and far between, they weren’t really in a position to turn it down, even if they had misgivings about the job. To be clear, it’s not like they’re struggling - the exorcism gig is basically a side freelance thing for them, if that makes sense - but since they’re the only exorcists in this area who happen to be very well versed and serious about what they do, if something of the sort comes up, they can’t afford to not address it.

Basically, when it comes to the supernatural, like cursed spirits, there’s a lot of unknown factors at play, so you want to be 100% certain if stuff like that is involved, If left to its own devices, a cursed spirit can really wreak havoc on its surroundings and mess with people’s minds, even cause mass destruction if it’s powerful enough. Exorcism’s a dangerous field, which is why there’s not many of them, and it’s even more unusual to find a small group of them working together who aren’t related by blood.

So we were in the middle of a break from collecting gyroids when Taiki, who was on call, received a message. We were gonna head back to the office anyway and that was where we met the client. Her name was Tibby, and right off the bat it was clear that she was loaded when she just handed Taiki a stack of bills like it was nothing. Of course, to the exorcists, it’s not unusual for someone to throw money at them when they’re desperate. She seemed pretty serious, so he decided to take her in for further questioning.

And so the story goes like this. A few months ago, Tibby’s partner’s sister died from ingesting poison, presumably by suicide. As far as anyone knows, Alix was not the kind of person who would willingly end her life like that. She was said to be a well respected and successful woman who has it all. However, she had a difficult relationship with her half-sister Isidora, which is why the family pins the blame on her for Alix’s death. Along with the harassment, Tibby said that Isidora has also been plagued by nightmares, leading to her believing that she’s cursed by her sister.

Since Taiki and Mikayla were on call, they took on the case and asked if any of us wanted to tag along as assistants, so Nene, Haru, and I joined in. The others headed back to Scotch and Satoshi’s house since we got a pretty nice haul of gyroids thanks to the girls. I’m glad they had such a great time playing outside, especially after being cooped up inside because of the rainy season.

Just like Tibby said, Isidora was in a terrible state, huddled up in a corner and muttering incomprehensibly. At a glance, you could say that maybe she’s under some curse, but if not, it’s obvious that something’s very wrong. Seeing her was unsettling, to put it simply - though that was probably the least concerning thing going on compared to what we later uncovered. In short, she was not under some sort of curse or possession, at least not an actual one caused by Alix herself.

As soon as Taiki and Nene began questioning the family, we had a feeling that something was off. It’s not that they were exactly flat out lying to us, it’s more like they’ve deceived themselves so much that they won’t know the truth if it hit them in the face sort of thing. How sad it is to craft such lies that are so ingrained into you that anyone who dares challenges them is seen as a threat. Sure, the ugly truth may be hard to accept, but there should be limits as to how much you can play ignorance, especially when the whole picture has been rotten to the core to begin with.

In the family’s view, it’s “Poor Alix was driven to her death by the cruel and heartless Isidora.” The way they paint Alix as some poor helpless victim, a saint who could do no wrong and yet a tortured soul too fragile for this harsh world we live in - that alone is disturbing, almost to the point of absurdity. To put it respectfully, it was like watching a terrible soap opera, like from start to finish rather than hearing bits and pieces and leaving the rest to imagination. I wouldn’t say predictable, but it’s easy to have an idea of which direction things are gonna go. Kinda like witnessing some online discourse happening that you really couldn’t care less about but you’re somehow invested in watching both sides go up in flames.

I mean, according to them, Alix committed suicide because she was fed up with Isidora’s failures, which doesn’t sound like a lot to go on. Alix seemed to have it all, wealth, power, popularity, charm, charisma, beauty, intelligence - she sounded like an infuriatingly perfect person, almost too perfect. Meanwhile, Isidora was almost the opposite in terms of luck and success, having been described as intelligent and possessing great beauty, but lacks ambition and direction, making her a constant source of frustration towards her family. In other words, they saw her as a failure and an embarrassment - the perfect scapegoat to explain away anything that goes wrong.

Not surprisingly, outside of the family, they’re conflicting views on what exactly the kind of person Alix was. She had many who idolized her, seeing her death as tragic because she could do no wrong, and she had those who saw her as a tyrant, a conniving, manipulative bitch who knows how to play the victim turn things towards her favor. The truth that no one wanted to admit was that she made her way up to the top by stepping on everyone else, using everyone and everything she saw as an obstacle to her convenience to bring in a false sense of security.

Basically, she wasn’t above using suicide baiting tactics to manipulate someone to coerce them. One of her former colleagues asked to meet in private so she could open up about what happened, and it’s just as bad as it sounds. Alix saw her as a threat and bullied her to the point that she threatened suicide by drinking poison, setting it up in such a way that made it look like murder. Not only Alix was conniving, but she also had the resources to be able to pull such a scheme like that, and considering how much power and influence she had, the other person had no choice but to comply to her terms unless she wanted to bring ruin to herself and those around her.

Yikes. No one should have that much power over another. Such a blatant example of abuse of authority - not just by Alix alone, but also by those around her who let something like this happen. And of course, she wasn’t raised in a vacuum, the fact that she was able to get away with manipulating people like that means that those around her not only found that behavior acceptable, they most likely encouraged it because that’s how they got into those positions themselves.

Now we know why Alix took the poison that ultimately killed her. She pulled that same stunt with Isidora in an attempt to get her to cut ties with Tibby and work under her. The reason, I feel like that’s one of those things where we’re like, we don’t have time to unpack all that. Could easily be them making a big deal out of nothing, or there could be more to it - doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with the case. If anything, I think it’s a ridiculously stupid thing to get riled up about, so I’m pretty sure it’s one of those flimsy reasons they latch on to just so they can justify their hate.

The reason why Alix was harassing Isidora was over a fucking web novel that she and Tibby were writing together. Apparently, the reason why the family was clutching their pearls over it is because it’s a slice-of-life historical drama that takes place in a pleasure district with the main character working in a brothel. From a quick search, there’s nothing controversial about the novel, though there are issues with the tone as Tibby leans more into slice-of-life while Isidora leans towards the drama, resulting in what most call a tone-deaf mess. But other than that, it’s an average web novel that is doing fairly well - not groundbreaking or anything, just light entertainment.

I skimmed through a couple chapters out of curiosity and it was all right, nothing worth noting, and definitely nothing worth getting mad about. I’d get it if it’s like some overly sexualized bullshit or some other gross porno stuff, but it really seems like Alix and the family saw the words pleasure district and courtesans and automatically assumed the worst. Like, there’s literally nothing wrong with writing fiction about courtesans as long as it’s not offensive - the same could be said for all kinds of subjects that are considered dark or taboo, really.

Again, it’s basically stupid online discourse, except it’s happening offline and not as funny.

Said web novel that I honestly can’t be bothered to remember the name of because it’s ridiculously long ended up getting a publishing deal thanks to Tibby. Like I said earlier, she is loaded - in other words, she and Isidora have been living off that money. As to whether a story like that is worth publishing material is questionable. I mean, a lot of light novels started off as web novels, so obviously the light novel version is likely going to be more polished, and probably more detailed, but it does leave me wondering how much different the light novel version will be. I mean, it’ll probably take a lot of extra work - basically a drastic revamp, in my opinion - to bring the web novel to publishing standards - meaning something people will actually pay to read.

And so Alix threatened to kill herself in order to stop Isidora from publishing the novel, which is such a stupid thing to do. It was the same stunt she pulled with her former colleague, drinking poison and just pushing Isidora into a difficult position like she had always done - except she went a bit too far this time. A couple weeks earlier, Alix used that same poison on Tibby - attempted murder - except her plan was thwarted by Isidora. Of course, the family denied that ever happened, so we only have Tibby’s word to go off on. It’s clear that they don’t like each other - but that’s a whole ‘nother tangent that’s also irrelevant.

In conclusion, Alix’s hubris is what killed her. She thought she could have it her way again, manipulating Isidora like she always did. And she went as far as to actually drink the damn poison to prove her point if we were to believe that she really did poison Tibby. However, Isidora refused to comply, so maybe Alix got annoyed and took another dose of the poison to really hammer it in, only to be ignored once again. A stupidly fatal move indeed.

While Isidora is indeed the victim in all of this, she’s not entirely innocent either. Again, it’s not relevant to the case, so it’s none of our business, but it looks like she’s also good at playing the victim game and using people when it’s convenient for her. The family was actually in the right to be skeptical about Isidora and Tibby’s relationship, just for the wrong reasons. To put it simply, there seems to be some toxic co-dependency on both sides, even more so now that Isidora’s incapacitated by her demons.

Of course, that’s not what Taiki and Mikayla told Tibby, not when she and Isidora insisted that Alix was cursing them. They’re used to dealing with clients like that, so they’re able to improvise. Usually the reason why they put on a show is to give people some peace of mind, but in this case it’s to appease the masses, which didn’t really take much effort. Whatever happens after, it’s out of our hands, and honestly, I could care less.

Mikayla felt bad over how things ended, especially since she wanted me to see her in action, as in actually helping people. I don’t hold it against her - there’s no way of knowing how things will turn out. I’ve heard that she and Taiki aren’t on good terms with their family, so it’s understandable why the whole thing was getting to them, especially the whole “it’s for their own good” shtick that some people like to throw around to justify mistreating someone. They only care about you when it’s convenient for them and have no problems deserting you when you can’t give them what they want.

Still, it was nice seeing her and Taiki in action, as well as Nene and Haru working together as assistants, so I don’t think it was an entire waste. The reason why they set up this consultation office is to help people and dealing with a few bad apples won’t stop them. The world is thankfully not full of people like Alix because that would be a disaster.

Nothing like getting into wood carvings and journaling your thoughts out to unwind and feel like yourself again.

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[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The World’s Best Gins, According To The 2024 San Francisco World Spirits Competition

SH’s Wild Scottish Gin can win a gold medal but his bottle is not considered the World's Best Gin, according to the 2024 San Francisco World Spirits. SH’s favourite Spirits competition. For every brand of gin, 100 exceptional competing brands appear. This should help SH to understand he is not the only one in the level of competition.

Best in Class Gin Finalists 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

The San Francisco World Spirits Competition (SFWSC) just released its finalists for its Best in Class awards, which will be revealed this October. If they made the finalist list, they are the crème of the crop. The finalists in their three most prominent gin groups are in no order.

Best in Class Gin Finalists

Dada Chapel Organic Dry Gin

Housed inside a converted convent in Ghent, Belgium, the team at Dada Chapel Distillery, led by a descendant of the Duvel Moortgat family of brewers, makes award-winning spirits using local raw materials. Their Organic Dry Gin eschews the trend of flavouring their gin with a wide array of botanicals. Instead, it only uses fresh-harvested juniper berries. The resultant liquid is herbaceous and crisp.

Hilbing London Dry Gin

The family behind the Hilbing Franke Distillery in Mendoza, Argentina, has been producing high-quality spirits from pure Andean Mountain water known for their delicate flavours for five generations. Their London Dry Gin blends Argentinean citrus, coriander, and juniper flavours with Malbec grapes from their vineyards to create an exceptionally smooth gin.

Ben Lomond Scottish Gin

Inspired by the majestic Ben Lomond Mountain in the Scottish Highlands, the team behind Ben Lomond Scottish Gin labours to produce gins that embody the rugged and adventurous spirit their country is known for. Their award-winning Scottish Gin uses a distinct blend of eleven botanicals to create a herbaceous liquid that's perfect straight up or in a cocktail.

Eight Lands Organic Speyside Gin

Yet another fantastic gin from Scotland, Eight Lands Organic Speyside Gin, is the result of a meticulous focus on producing clean organic spirits. Located in the heart of Scotch whisky country, this gin from Glenrinnes Distillery was created to win the hearts of traditional Martini drinkers with its balanced flavour profile and crisp aromatics.

Juniperus Gin

Hailing from the land Down Under, this flavour-packed gin from Prohibition Liquor Company delivers quite a hit with each sip. An ultra-premium craft gin, it's a classic London Dry Gin with layers of flavours that surface with each sip. Using exotic ingredients like Grains of Paradise and cassis bark, it is both complex yet approachable.

Best in Class Flavoured Gin Finalists for the 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

Best in Class Flavoured Gin Final….

Settlers Spirits Yuzu Gin

Located in South Australia, Settlers Spirits produces a range of gins designed to showcase the wide array of flavours that gin can present to drinkers. Its Yuzu Gin is one such bottle. Made from Australia’s first commercial crop of Yuzu, a citrus fruit from Japan, China, and Tibet, it is brimming with bright flavours and has a clean finish.

Gervasi Spirits Pink Peppercorn Gin

The beauty of flavoured gins is that you can sip them straight or use them to punch up a cocktail. Gervasi Spirits Pink Peppercorn Gin is one such bottle. Made in Canton, Ohio, the home of the Pro Football Hall of Fame, it uses Pink and Szechuan Peppercorns to create an aromatic gin that delivers a spicy punch with each sip.

DiBaldo Spirits AU 79 Saffron Gin

DiBaldo Spirits must be onto something with their AU 79 Saffron Gin. It continually lands at the top of most major spirit competition award lists. Made in Emilia Romagna, Italy, it uses one of the world's most expensive spices, saffron, to craft an ideal balance between Mediterranean flavours and Far East exoticism. If you are into making off-the-wall cocktails, this is the bottle for you.

Luscious Spirits Raspberry Gin

When you name your company Luscious Spirits, you better deliver some over-the-top flavours. Crafted in small batches through vapor infusion, their Raspberry Gin delivers. Using a blend of 12 botanicals and a dose of fresh raspberries, it exhibits vibrant juniper and citrus tastes up front with a sweet, fruity finish.

Junipero Smoked Rosemary Gin

If you are a fan of craft gin, then chances are you have heard of Junipero Gin. Founded in 1996, Junipero Gin was one of the first craft gin makers in America. They helped reset drinkers' opinions on what gin could be. Still handmade in San Francisco, each of their bottles is loaded with flavours, perhaps none more so than their Smoked Rosemary Gin. An unfiltered gin bottled at 98.6 Proof, its distinctive smoky rosemary flavours make it unforgettable.

Best in Class Barrel Aged Gin Finalists for 2024 KATELYN TUCKER PHOTOGRAPHY

Best in Class Barrel Aged Gin Finalists

Starlight Distillery Simon’s 1794 Bottled-In-Bond American Dry Gin

When Starlight Distillery launched a little over a decade ago in Borden, Indiana, its primary goal was to produce brandies and ports using fresh fruits from the Huber Farm, of which it is a part. Luckily for drinkers, they branched out, and these days, they offer a wide array of spirits, many using ingredients from the farm, one of the largest fruit farms in the state. Their Simon's 1794 Barrel Finished Gin is one such product. A small batch of gin, its distinctive citrus and juniper flavours blend perfectly with spices from the barrel.

Crazy Eights Gold Oak Gin

One of the beautiful things about barrel-aged gins is their unpredictability. You never know quite what you will get until the first sip. Inspired by the film Kill Bill's murderous yakuza gang, the Crazy 88's gin from Hai Seas Distillery in Shanghai, China, delivers something killer. Made from a fusion of eight botanicals, Crazy Eights Gold Oak Gin is aged in the world's first whisky barrels made from French, American, and Chinese oak. It's overflowing with citrus and caramel flavours.

Nozawa Onsen Distillery Barrel-Aged Gin

Made at the newly opened Nozawa Onsen Distillery in the heart of mountainous Nagano, Japan, home of the 1998 Winter Olympics, this barrel-aged gin has yet to be released to the public. Entered into the competition as a sneak peek at what's yet to come, it wowed the judges. There is a reason for that: every gin they have released in their short lifetime has won widespread acclaim. Keep an eye out for this bottle when it is released; it's one to grab.

Corsair Distillery Barreled Gin

When Corsair Distillery opened as the first craft distillery in Nashville, Tennessee, since prohibition, they had lofty goals: to make some of the best craft spirits in America. Well, a pile of accolades accumulated over a decade and a half points to a goal achieved. Known for their whiskies and gins each of their bottles is one to search out. Their smokey with whisky undertones Barreled Gin is another bottle that is not ready for public release, but judging by its showing at the SFWSC, expect to see it soon.

Seabourne Distillery Barrel Aged Series-Pedro Ximenez Cask

When distillers decide to barrel age their gins, they often take big swings for the fences. Some work, some don't. Often, the products they do come up with are only available in limited releases or just at the distillery itself. Such is the case with this amazing gin from Seabourne Distillery. Located in the town of Noosa in Queensland, Australia, its gins often result in drinkers making a pilgrimage to the distillery to sample their wares. This barrel-aged gin is brimming with black pepper flavours and goes down sweet.

*Hudson Lindenberger - Forbes

Posted 4th June 2024

[nwbeerguide]

A collaboration between Paso Roble's Calwise Spirits and Firestone Walker Brewing Company is finally out! Introducing Axe Hole Single Malt Whiskey.

Press Release

Paso Robles, CA: Calwise Spirits is excited to unveil its latest neighborhood collaboration with Firestone Walker Brewing Company—a special-edition “Axe Hole” Single Malt Whiskey, distilled from a mash of traditional brewing grains and aged for three years in American oak barrels.  

Only 100 cases of Axe Hole Single Malt Whiskey ($75) were produced from a total of three barrels. It is available at the Calwise Spirits tasting room in Paso Robles as well as online at CalwiseSpirits.com. 

The Axe Hole Single Malt Whiskey comes from an all-barley sour mash fermented by Firestone Walker and distilled by Master Distiller Aaron Bergh at Calwise Spirits, which is located just a mile from the brewery in Paso Robles. In keeping with the requirements of American single malt whiskey, it was aged in all-new American oak barrels prior to blending and bottling. Bergh also held some additional barrels back for a second bottling to come in 2025. 

“A lot of people associate single malts with the peaty character of traditional Scotch, but ours is closer to a bourbon with these vanilla and caramel notes that you get from the charred American oak,” Bergh said. “I love how smooth and unique it turned out, with these beautiful fruit and cola notes that can only come from the sour barley mash provided by Firestone Walker.”

Bergh added, “The brew side often gets overlooked when it comes to distilling, but it’s foundational. It was fun to get out of the way and let the masters of brewing handle that side of things, and it’s why this whiskey tastes so good.”

This is the second collaborative spirit created by Calwise Spirits and Firestone Walker, following the limited release of “Old Tom” gin in 2022. 

“These collaborations are another way for us to deepen our artisanal roots and share what we do with a friend and neighbor,” said Nick Firestone. “We’ve been working with spirits barrels for nearly 20 years to create our barrel-aged strong ales, and we see this as an extension of that tradition.”

# # #

 Master distiller Aaron Bergh was destined for this adventure. During Prohibition, the Feds shut down his family’s moonshining operation—but not for very long. A century later, the law came knocking again, because the college authorities didn’t appreciate Aaron making hooch in his dorm. Calwise Spirits is Aaron’s ode to this renegade heritage, and a nod to his homeland of coastal California. Now established as one of the youngest master distillers in the world, he has created a line of premium spirits that embody the essence of the Golden State, infusing them with native ingredients that provide a pure taste of liquid California. Visit CalwiseSpirits.com.

Founded in 1996 by brothers-in-law Adam Firestone and David Walker, Firestone Walker is a second-generation, family-led brewery based on California’s Central Coast. Helmed by highly decorated Brewmaster Matt Brynildson, Firestone Walker's main brewery in Paso Robles produces a diverse portfolio including 805, California's #1 craft beer brand; Mind Haze, a top 5 national hazy IPA; and Cali Squeeze, one of the nation's fastest-growing beer brands. The Firestone brand family also includes iconic beers such as DBA, Union Jack, and Pivo Pils, as well as the storied Vintage Series of barrel-aged strong ales led by Parabola. As a California beer company, Firestone Walker also has two additional locations: the Barrelworks wild ale cellar in Santa Barbara County and the Propagator R&D brewhouse in Venice. Firestone Walker was recently named “Best American Brewery of the Decade” by Paste Magazine. More at 805beer.com and FirestoneWalker.com

[mazojo]

Ok no I love rambling so it’s ok! And yeah, this fandom is very stuck on “Tsukasa hurt Mitsuba so he deserves nothing but hatred.” Except… Tsukasa tried to help the second time around, quite literally his second appearance is him trying to fix his mistakes right here. When he says, “I hope your wish comes true this time,” he’s speaking on Mitsuba considering that he straight up mangled him the first time they met. I don’t think someone who “has no emotions and lives to hurt others and abuse everyone.” (Aka the fandom’s words) would ever say something like this. I don’t think if he really was as bad as the fandom says that Tsukasa would so blatantly try to fix what he had done wrong. He would have ignored it, shrugged it off, except he didn’t.

And also, right here too! When Mitsuba and Nene are attacked, Tsukasa says this line and I feel like a part of his real personality is still there somewhere too? He’s so upset here, and then this line kinda adds onto it imo because he could have said any other dialogue about why no.3 is ruining everything and yet.. his main concern is no.3 picking on things weaker than it

And then, of course, once we get into the gritty details, we also realize that Tsukasa is quite kind despite his dispositions like, the fake world? He created it simply for Mitsuba’s wish and if there was any ill intent, it would have been stated. He simply did it because Mitsuba asked, even Hanako himself comments on how “this is all your wish meant to you?” Aka, Tsukasa did this entire fake world thing just because Mitsuba wished for it.

Like sometimes I feel like the fandom is too hung up on single Mitsuba arcs to realize that Tsukasa has tried to remedy his mistakes the only way he personally knows how to. It’s not great, it’s definitely not okay, but just like Hanako, he’s not supposed to be entirely good or entirely bad. He’s a Grey character and people constantly assuming that he’s meant to be this big bad villain is so .. annoying. Like? Are we reading the same manga? hhh

Yess agreed!! As you say, people tend to write off characters from the get go that aren't 100% "good" before understanding no character truly is 100% a good guy. I think It also goes tied down to the fact a lot of people compare Tsukasa to Amane when...... they are completely different persons loll. Theres a clear difference of treatment between both by the fandom imo (and this is no hating Hanako of course, I love his character and this is also part of the reason why he is such a complicated and well builded character too in the series) where for example in the last arc he pretty much offed every spirit related being (still prayer circles for Mitsuba pspsps come back pspssp asdfghj) and people brushed over it. If Tsukasa would have been the one to take that decision everyone would have jumped on his throat but Hanako for the most part gets off scotch free (again, I dont want it to seem I am hating on him asdfghj I love Hanako but its a bit frustrating people justifying what he did all the time when its okay to admit he can also be morally gray too and thats part of the charm imo xdd)

BruHH you are tempting me so hard to reread the manga with your entire analysis because there are so many details I had never caught on to like the first part of the "I hope your wish comes true this time" !! Its such a good take on his character and I wish other people read this post because it truly goes to show the misconception everyone has of Tsukasa.

I feel like people just see Tsukasa and think he is evil for being the main "antagonist" (not really villain imo but just the opposing party I guess you could say it???) that they dont see past that. I would love to see the manga show more of the Broadcasting Club members :(( They are underrated for suree

[hong-kong-art-man]

Age Appears Best In One Thing: Old Wine To Drink. The History Of Wine Culture In Hong Kong Told By Nigel Fong 

About 3,000 years ago, a type of Chinese alcoholic beverage Huangjiu(or Yellow Wine黃酒) was made from grains. More than 1,000 years ago, liquor Baijiu or Shaojiu(白酒或燒酒) was made after a process of distillation.

It has been the tradition in some of my known families to pass the interest in wine through generation to generation. I have great respect for these people. The family tradition helps them define who they are. Nigel Fong(方志基)’s family was in Tai O, one of the oldest fishing village in Hong Kong, 100 years ago. His ancestors sold wine there. Nigel laughed, “Being family is determined more by wine than by blood in my case. I might be born with a wine glass. When I went to the UK to study at 13, I fell in love with Scotch whisky. In 2012, I acquired a winery in Scotland and later took up a very old wine shop called J.L. Gill which has been in Perthshire, Scotland since 1875. I now buy and sell liquors as a business as much as a hobby. I meet my wine buddies regularly. I elect something that I love and can absorb myself in it. I am lucky.”

Nigel remembered, “Westerners stored wine in a barrel. We Chinese kept wine in a jar. In the old days, only the very rich could afford imported foreign wine. Local Hongkongers bought wine from the ‘mom-and-pop�� grocery stores which displayed jars of wine of different tastes. The price charged was calculated by the number of bamboo or coconut ladles of wine given. Customers used rice or soup bowls to contain wine. When I look back, I am filled with a strong sentimental wistful affection for the simple past.” I added, “Bars in those years were not meant for ordinary people. Men drank at home or street food stalls with friends. Tired of Chinese wine, they might switch to beer who was not a kind of expensive drink. The first beer brewery in Hong Kong is San Miguel from the Philippines which was established in Sham Tseng in 1948. Teenagers enjoyed beer mixing cream soda, a sweet soft drink flavoured with vanilla.”

Nigel gave an account of the history, “Whisky used to be more popular than other spirits. Due to massive advertising campaigns, French brandy became overwhelmingly successful in Hong Kong in the 1970s. Brandy is a spirit distilled from fruit and the liked brands were such as Hennessy, Martell, Camus and Courvoisier. XO (extra old) Cognac usually refers to the brandy with a long period of age. Interestingly, the term ‘XO’ then became a social jargon meaning ‘first rank’ or ‘high class’, only understood by people in Hong Kong.”

I challenged, “Can Hong Kong produce great local wine?” He frowned, “Impossible. Hong Kong does not even have natural wells anymore. We do not have high mountains. Can we use tap water or distilled water to make good wine? Our spring water, I guess, has been polluted in one way or another in a big and crowded city like Hong Kong. Good water is critical for good wine.”

Nigel mused like a scholar, “I want to recall and express my respect for a wonderful place called Fenwick Pier(分域碼頭) which was built in Wan Chai in the 19th century. It is gone for good now and will never return. What a pity! It is a non-government pier serving military sailors from the western world. Fenwick Pier was seen as the lighthouse of hospitality, answering questions from visitors about Hong Kong, giving postal service, providing the finest tailoring for custom suits and most importantly, supplying reliable wine and spirits from different countries to the thirsty sea-based men to Hong Kong. The wine shop there was almost like a museum devoted to the display of great alcoholic objects of magnificent interest and value. Fenwick Pier arcade contributed to the intellectual and emotional connections, if not explorations, between people in Hong Kong and the outside wine world.” I added, “Wan Chai used to be a famous area of bars and nightclubs because of Fenwick Pier and the sailors. Remember the world-known film about a bargirl in Wan Chai called The World of Suzie Wong?” I remember the good old days of going to Macau, the nearest Portuguese colony city to Hong Kong, for great European food. At the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal, one could buy Mateus Rose and Port Wine. Outside the Terminal, there was a night market where vendors performed kung fu in order to attract people to buy their ‘3-snake’ wine in low grade bottles.

‘It takes a lot of good beer to make great wine’. It takes a lot of wine to make an expert. Nigel always told me, “I already drank too much out of the work necessity. Life is now too short for me to drink bad wine.” I can certainly see that Nigel knows and loves wine. I am therefore very embarrassed in front of him as I could not tell the difference between Bordeaux and Burgundy.

MLee

Chinese Version 中文版: https://www.patreon.com/posts/jiu-bi-qing-nong-55311855?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copy_to_clipboard&utm_campaign=postshare

Fenwick Pier in the Old Days  Acknowledgement-Michael TAM  https://youtu.be/ha0AuFziP-4

Wanchai Bar Street Lockhart Road  Acknowledgment-港古佬  https://youtu.be/ezgXvybKsug

HK Old Grocery Stores selling Wine  Acknowledgement-HKonTV  https://youtu.be/_7h6CwpVSuQ

Classic Ad: Old Chinese White Wine 1993 Acknowledgement-TPB HKCM  https://youtu.be/6jEdQKWuMfo

Classic  Ad: San Miguel Beer 1988  Acknowledgement-hk80adloversinc1990b  https://youtu.be/QgrQaJSKwRU

HK Oldest Jazz Wine Bar   Acknowledgment-香港衛視   https://youtu.be/mY5G4OrClPw

Song About Wine  Acknowledgement-GEM鄧紫棋  https://youtu.be/8Z7xd7rTwiA

[scotianostra]

William Stevenson, the hoarding beggar died on July 17th 1817 in Kilmarnock.

Some beggars have been remarkable quite as much for their eccentricity, as for the amount of money they left behind them. Such was the case with William Stevenson, who died at Kilmarnock on the 17th of July 1817.

Although bred a mason, the greater part of his life was spent as a beggar. About the year 1787, he and his wife separated, making this strange agreement – that whichever of them was the first to propose and reunion, should forfeit £100 to the other. According to the statements in the Scotch newspapers, there is no evidence that they ever saw each other again.

In 1815, when about 85 years old, Stevenson was seized with an incurable disease, and was confined to his bed. A few days before his death, feeling his end to be near, he sent for a baker, and ordered twelve dozen burial-cakes, a large quantity of sugared biscuit, and a good supply of wine and spirits. He next sent for a joiner, and instructed him to make a good, sound, dry, roomy, ‘comfortable’ coffin.

Next he summoned a grave-digger, whom he requested to select a favourable spot in the churchyard of Riccarton, and there dig a roomy and comfortable grave. This done, he ordered an old woman who attended him, to go to a certain nook, and bring out £9, to pay all these preliminary expenses: assuring her that she was remembered in his will.

Shortly after this he died. A neighbour came in to search for his wealth, which had been shrouded in much mystery. In one bag was found large silver pieces, such as dollars and half dollars, crowns and half-crowns; in a heap of musty rags, was found a collection of guineas and seven-shilling pieces; and in a box were found bonds of various amounts, including one for £300 – giving altogether a sum of about £900. A will was also found, bequeathing £20 to the old woman, and most of the remainder to distant relations, setting aside sufficient to give a feast to all the beggars who chose to come and see his body ‘lie in state.’

The influx was immense; and after the funeral, all retired to a barn which had been fitted up for the occasion; and there they indulged in revelries but little in accordance with the solemn season of death.

[dragonrajafanfiction]

The Crane Team: Tamayuki Ghost Road

This is a continuation of the ReWritten series told in 3rd person. In Dragon Raja’s Fifth novel, there is a mention of a Team of White King Hybrids that are mixed between Hydra and Devil Clan mere months after those two gangs fought in a fiercely bloody Gang War. How that team came together is the subject of this shorter (shorter) series.

In the hills outside the Tama River, most areas were completely closed to the public. The hills were covered with thick forest that served as a buffer zone between the city and the surrounding area, absorbing water runoff and pollution and serving as one of the last remaining bastions for wildlife. That’s not to say there was nothing. Military and civil engineering projects regularly went on here and there were a few ancestral plots of land owned by citizens.

One such citizen had a small tourist hut for hikers and bikers wanting to explore the woodlands. He called himself Tamayuki and claimed the land here was named after his family. A doughy faced man who looked deceptively young, he greeted Yoko and Crow as they drove up the gravel driveway to his small flat surrounded by trees.

“Come for a drive?” Tamayuki greeted them in a grey kimono. A thin grey beard rested in front of his chest, one of the few actual indicators of his age.

Yoko tossed her dark hair over her shoulder. “I think I’ll take the Supra today. Tamayuki-san. This is Crow.”

Crow stood next to his red sports car and nodded to him. “Nice to meet you. This is a race track?”

“Not really. It’s actually a private road up to an observatory. The Lady likes to use it as a personal track though.”

“Lady?” Crow looked at Yoko and she smiled back at him as she walked away to a large garage behind the house.

The massive roll up door opened and the lights turned on, each one highlighting supercars of modern and old eras.

Crow took the cigarette from his mouth. Some of them were genuine racers, formula one cars with numbers painted on in decals and colored blue, black, yellow and red, but most were modified cars, Toyotas and Fords, suped up and trimmed down for maximum speed. Yoko knew exactly which car she wanted and opened the door to fish the keys from the magnetic holder. She didn’t even ask permission. The door slammed, the car roared to life and she drove out the other side of the door onto another gravel driveway without a word.

Tamayuki turned to Crow. “Care to chat over tea?”

“Got anything harder?” Crow asked. 

“Of course,” He chuckled. 

They made their way back to the house. The shadow of the mountains made the sun set early and without the fanfare of a sunset of colors. There was light, and then there was just the dark shadow of the mountain. The soft tap of a deer-chaser provided a rhythm to the chorus of crickets.

“She doesn’t usually bring people up here. Are you someone special to her?” Tamayuki asked.

“I shouldn’t be. We don’t really know each other. Why do you call her Lady?”

Tamayuki clasped his hands behind his back. “Because she is the Dragon Lady. The wife of Ruri Kazama.”

“So is she the leader of the Devil Clan?” Crow asked, glancing at him, blowing a thin line of smoke. They were approaching an enclosed patio. The lights were on and it seemed to be larger space. Too large just for some lonely old man.

“She doesn’t think of herself as such… but … that’s what she is whether she accepts that title or not.” He opened the glass door to a room with an array of mounted TVs connected to cameras set on various areas of the road. From this room, they could observe the activity of the entire mountain road. 

Tamayuki took a small bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, a fine Japanese Scotch, and brought it back to Crow to show him.

“You don’t have to bring out the good stuff, Pops.” Crow kept his eyes on the road.

“I insist. She brought you.” He poured them the fine spirit.

“I’m just a driver. Nothing more.” Crow insisted firmly.

Tamayuki chuckled again. “Oh, no. You are a Hydra. I can’t expect you to understand. But you are with her, a Devil Clan member, a high ranking one. In the middle of the woods, no one would question you very much if she just disappeared. She has to have tremendous trust in you.”

Crow lowered his glare to the cup. “Things are changing right?”

“That’s hard to say. I don’t think anyone is expecting too much.” The man sighed.

Crow glanced to the TV screens. “Car racing huh? Not something I would have assumed looking at her.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call what she does racing.” Tamayuki sat back to watch the cameras and grimaced. “It’s more like torture than racing. By the time she reaches the top of the hill, the tires and suspension are completely wrecked and the car is smoked well before that. Normally, the speed is only around 25 miles per hour but she will run up the road at near or over 100.  On one run, I clocked her doing 140. It will take the average driver an hour at legal speeds to drive this road, but she does it in 10 minutes. I do my best to maintain the road but bumps and cracks and ridges will form overnight. There are no braking markers, turn indicators or even any frame of reference for where she is. The road is completely dark. Just the sky in front of her and a one hundred foot drop off. No guardrails.”

“Is she trying to die?” Crow’s eyes were wide.

Tamayuki watched the cameras. She was using headlamps that pierced the darkness, but at those speeds they hardly mattered. Her car was only on the screen for a split second at a time. “She says when she’s up there it feels like she’s flying away from the world. She has the road memorized.” He eyed Crow for a long time. “But… if she dies, it will be one less Ghost in the world. Right?”

Crow didn’t respond to that, he tilted the ice in the glass.

Tamayuki let the silence sit, eyeing him with an unspoken accusation.

Crow met his eyes with an even sharper glare. “Look, old man. Ghost killing wasn’t ever something I enjoyed. It’s not something I brag about or I’m proud of. But it’s not something I can say I regretted. It’s just the way things were back then. You’re a Ghost. Aren’t you?”

The man nodded.

Crow licked the remaining alcohol from his lips, his heart pounding. “You didn’t just poison me did you?” He laughed lightly.

“She doesn’t bring Hydra here… for a reason.” The man’s face was suddenly cloaked in shadow, and Crow noticed that there was a faint golden brightness in his eyes that was far from natural. “She trusts me with you, as much as she trusts you with me. I can’t say I’m happy that she brought you here. But I'm not about to break the bond I have with her. She’s a very lonely woman. And I am a very lonely man.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Crow’s temple.

“I spent my forty years in detention as a ghost. All the best years of my life were squandered. I never found a wife, never had kids, or got a steady job. I only live off my inheritance. I guess, you could say, I never was able to escape the prison they put me in. She comes and races my cars. I can see her, have her close to me. That’s as much as a man my age can hope for.” 

He finished off the whiskey. He watched the screen as Yoko pulled off a drift on a spectacular hairpin turn. The back of the vehicle hung off a one hundred foot drop and it skidded for a moment, throwing a huge plume of dust,  before zooming off into the night. “She likes throwing dirt off the road. She gets a kick out of it.” Tamayuki smiled.

Crow swallowed hard, realizing that if she went off that cliff, he was a dead man.

[bunkershotgolf]

The Country Club of Indianapolis Hires Daniel R. Irons as Golf Course Superintendent

The Country Club of Indianapolis recently named Daniel R. Irons as Golf Course Superintendent. Prior to his appointment, Irons was the Head Assistant Superintendent at Illini Country Club in Springfield, Illinois. 

Irons’ professional experience includes former positions at two top ranked Iowa clubs, Spirit Hollow Golf Course in Burlington and the Wakonda Club in Des Moines.  As an intern at Wakonda Club, he was part of the team that prepared the course for the 2013 PGA TOUR Champions tournament, The Principal Charity Classic.

Irons earned an Associate of Applied Science degree in Turfgrass Technology from Indian Hills Community College in Iowa in 2014.  He graduated from Carl Sandburg College in Illinois in 2012 with an Associate of Applied Science degree in Criminal Justice.

About Links Asset Trust

Links Asset Trust (“Links”) is a boutique private club capital and operating investment firm that provides capital, debt retirement, and over 100 years of expertise from its founders and partners. The company’s approach is to recapitalize and revitalize private clubs and resorts.  Links is able to recapture market share with an operating plan that eliminates annual assessments and benefits from capital invested in the club’s lifestyle components (pool, fitness, food and beverage, lawn sports, etc.), and restores century-old golf clubs and resorts. 

The Links family of clubs includes four newly acquired and two affiliates for clubs owned by its investment partners.  Links Clubs include:  The Country Club of Indianapolis, Indianapolis, Indiana www.ccindianapolis.com ; Hidden Valley Country Club, Salem, Virginia www.hiddenvalleycc.com ;

Pine Island Country Club, Charlotte, North Carolina  www.pineislandcc.com ; Out Door Country Club, York, Pennsylvania www.odcc.com.  Links Affiliated Clubs are:  Shackamaxon Country Club, Scotch Plains, New Jersey www.shackamaxoncc.com ; Forsgate Country Club, Monroe Township, New Jersey www.forsgatecc.com.

[nightskied]

🍻+ “ what scares you more than anything ?” (naomi)

          send 🍻  +   a question and my muse    has to    answer alcoholized and 100% honestly .          @dissolvedshadows .

        naomi frowned deeply at the question ,    the side of her face leaned against her palm as she propped herself up with her elbow atop of the coffee table .        of course    she was sat on the floor while they were drinking and    of course     she    wasn’t    slurring her words and    had not    been slurring for …       a while now .                 “   well  —–  i’ve always wondered if drinking the blood of a person with some sort of illness    gives me    the illness or makes me immune ,     or if i’ve had    every illness passed through blood   ever ,   but my whole …       vampy thing just gives it    DEATH ,     y’know ?    “                the vampire rambled ,     gesturing widely with the hand that was holding the glass of scotch before necking it .               “   also ,   “             she swallowed down the alcohol and cleared her throat ,    then gestured for caleb to pass her the bottle that he was   hoarding .             “   i don’t like the idea of mummies …      and spirits .        one time a witch told me that if you’re ,    uh ,     if you’re communicating  —  with a spirit ,     you gotta cover your face  ‘cos otherwise the spirit will    see your soul .        and that’s some scary shit ,     y’know ?        being seen ,    and all that mess …        that’s some hardcore …    stuff ,     vulenra -   vulnear -    vulnerabililityp -    you get it .        so i guess i should at that to the toppity - top of the list ,   too …        right next to the    tp - hoarding mummies ,    who are hopefully   eye - less .   “