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dragonbe-writing · 2 years ago

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My Name Around Your Neck (John Price fic)

Word Count: 4.1

Summary: (Female x OC (no name)) shows up to the bar with a little gold necklace saying "John." Price gets jealous when she flirts with Soap, and she gently reminds him there is more than one "John" on the team. MDNI! 18+

Warnings: Basically all smut tbh. Jealous price, possessive price, LOTS of orgasm denial, begging, semi-public masturbation? i guess?, some fluff towards the end (let me know if i forget anything)

Request are open! I am currently working on one <3! Enjoy!

No matter how much teasing they got from Gaz, her and the Captain weren’t officially a thing.

Was she often found next to him? Yes. Was it often his name falling from her lips in the dead of the night? Yes. Did they both have matching hickies? Also yes. But they weren’t official.

But when she showed up to the bar in that dress, collarbone littered with his marks, and a small, golden necklace with his name on it? They might as well have been married.

Well, to him.

“Everything alright, Captain?” she cooed, a smirk plastered on her face.

“Absolutely,” he replied, scooting over to give her room. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Oh, I was going to sit by Soap, if that’s okay,” she said, eyes darting to the now empty seat next to Price.

“You were?” Soap asked.

“Yeah. Just to… mix it up a little bit,” she trailed off, taking the seat next to Soap in the already crowded booth. She sat so close to him their thighs were touching, bringing a dust of pink to Soap’s cheeks. The Captain’s gaze on her was intense and relentless.

“Alright,” Ghost started, easing some of the tension. “Well, uhm- anyone do anything interesting?”

“Are you serious?” Gaz asked.

“Just trying to make conversation,” Ghost replied.

“I did learn recently that 90% of scotch matured in barrels once used for Bourbon,” she said.

“I could use a scotch,” Soap replied.

“Oh, me too-” she started.

“Since when do you drink scotch?” Price asked, tone hard as stone.

“What, a girl can’t change her mind?” she snapped back, rolling her eyes. “I’m going to order. I’ll be right back,” she said, looking at Soap, placing her hand on his forearm before walking to the bar. Soap’s eyes were blown wide, confused by all the sudden attention.

“What’s gotten into her?” Gaz piped up as she leaned against the bar. “You and her fighting?”

“Shut your mouth, kid,” Price snapped, jaw clenching. They weren’t fighting, but there was a new… distance between them. An invisible wall.

Her laugh echoed through the bar, head thrown back at whatever the man behind the counter said. Everyone snuck a glance at Price, whose eyes were glued to her.

“God, there he goes,” Soap muttered, watching him stand from the booth and make his way over to the bar.

“Need help with the drinks, sweetheart?” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back, glaring daggers at the poor soul working the bar.

“Sweetheart? When did that start?” she asked, gathering the glasses in her arms.

“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped, eyebrows furrowed together.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re on about,” she replied coolly.

“Feeling up MacTavish? Like I’m not sitting right in front of you?”

“Why does it matter?”

“How does it not matter?”

She stared at him, their eyes projecting all the harsh emotions they were feeling. She tugged him down to her level, breath hot against his face.

“Since when have you cared who I fooled around with?” she whispered.

“Since you started wearing my name around your neck,” he replied, taking the necklace between his fingers. His eyes bore into her, a warning of sorts.

“Last I checked, there was more than one “John” on our team, Captain.”

“And last I checked the only one fucking you was me.”

She glared at him, grabbing the drinks and turning away, heading back to the table. He stormed out, heading for god knows where.

“What was that about?” Gaz pestered. She waved away his question, letting the scotch slide down her throat. She scrunched her face up in disgust.

“Don’t like the scotch after all?” Ghost snickered.

~~~~

“Night, Soap!” she called, turning the doorknob to her cabin. She reached for the lamp, turning it on with a click as she headed to the bathroom. “Thought I’d find you here.”

Price was sitting in her chair, hat on the table next to him, eyes fixated on her.

“Didn’t think you would leave that fast,” she admitted, taking out her earrings and grabbing a makeup wipe. She slowly dragged it along her face, pushing his buttons further.

“So, this was your plan all along, then?” he replied, voice low. She came out of the bathroom, looking at him with a surge of confidence. His face illuminated by the lamp was cold and unmoving. “Make me jealous?”

“Maybe,” she replied, sinking into his lap and straddling him. “Thought it might be fun.”

“Why? So I can fuck your brains out?” He whispered in her ear, chuckling darkly as she rutted down against him. “So I can take what’s mine, and fuck that little hole of yours so hard the only thing you remember is my cock? So you can scream my name so loud you forget your own?”

A mewl escaped from her throat, her breathing growing heavy at his words. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans. She had settled on his thigh, the material of his pants and her underwear creating the perfect friction. She had her face tucked into his neck, lips caressing his skin.

“Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to split you open?” He asked, teeth grazing her earlobe. He flexed his thigh, amused at her reaction.

“Fuck- yes, please John,” she moaned, hips moving sporadically against him as she searched for her release.

He scooped her up, carrying her to the bed and dropping her against the mattress. Before she could catch her breath, his lips were on her neck, nibbling at her skin and pulling whines from her lips.

“You’ve not been a good girl, have you, sweetheart?” he asked, one hand slipping under her dress and palming her cunt.

“No, sir,” she breathed out, eyes snapping closed at the contact. She reached out and felt his erection through his pants.

“Look at you, completely soaked. Pathetic,” he said, lips trailing across her collarbone and finding their way to her breast.

“Please, John,” she begged, gasping as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud.

“Please what, darling? What do you want?” he rolled her nipple between his teeth gently, making her cry out.

“I want to be punished, sir. Please.”

“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” His fingers slipped through her folds, rubbing circles on her clit. Her back arched, a broken whine escaping her lips.

“Yes, sir.”

“‘Cause you’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” his voice rumbled through her body, tightening the growing knot in her stomach. He always knew how to wind her up.

“I am!” she mewled, hands gripping the sheets.

“You’re what?”

“A bad girl!” she squeaked. “Fuck, John, I’m close-”

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” She opened her eyes, watching him walk away and wiping his fingers on his pants. “Maybe MacTavish can help you,” he snapped, turning the knob and closing the door behind him.

She was stunned, hand reaching down to relieve the tension in her. She rubbed her clit with intense desire, whining in frustration at the missing warmth of him. She easily slid two fingers in her needy hole, desperately trying to find that release.

She couldn’t do it. Her fingers couldn’t stretch her out as much as his, and they couldn’t get nearly as deep either. She removed them, letting her hands fall to her sides in a choked out sob, sweat coating her body.

She wanted to cry, to scream, to run after him butt-ass naked and plead for mercy, begging him to let her finish. But she stayed in her bed, pulling the covers over her and forcing her eyes closed.

~~~~~

She barely slept. She tossed and turned all night.

“You look terrible,” Soap teased, passing her a cup of coffee.

“I will knock your fucking teeth in, MacTavish,” she snapped, bringing the cup to her lips.

“Whoa, a bit hostile this morning, aren’t we, love?” Price said, wrapping his hands around her waist. She damn near whined at the contact, feeling his chest pressed against her back. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“Gross,” Soap grunted, turning and heading back over to Gaz and Ghost. Her face was burning with embarrassment.

He released her, stepping to the side of her and grabbing his own cup. “Sleep well?” he asked, eyes glistening with dominance. He could bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone, and she would thank him.

“No. Not at all,” she replied, heading over to sit with the rest of them.

“Aw, why not? Couldn’t quite find that position to release all the tension in your body?” He taunted, her eyes snapping up to him with a glare.

“No, I couldn’t,” she snapped back, throwing herself against the couch with a huff.

“You seem to be in a better mood, Captain,” Gaz commented, making him chuckle.

“Oh, I slept wonderfully, Sergeant,” he replied. “I do have lots of work to do, though. Each one of you needs to come by my office at some point. Have to update some paperwork.”

~~~~

She had been avoiding him all day. The ache between her thighs was constant, and she couldn’t bring herself to release no matter how hard she tried. And she had tried.

She snuck off to the bathroom during training, locking herself in a stall. She had both hands in her pants, her fingers fucking her faster than she could process while her other hand rubbed her clit. She got close, she got so fucking close, but she never could get over the edge.

She was currently on her way to her cabin to try again.

She heard him call her name as she walked past his office.

“It won’t take long, just a couple things to clear up,” Price said. She cursed and followed him inside, closing the door behind her. “How’s your day been, darling?”

“Don’t “darling” me,” she snapped. “You know exactly how my day’s been going.”

He raised his eyebrow in an amused smirk, looking at her from behind his desk. She sat down in a chair across from him, arms crossed.

“Are you tense, love?” he asked, tossing his paperwork on his desk. She didn’t reply. “If you want something, you tell me, doll.” He leant back, folding his arms behind his head and shifting in his seat, opening his legs up and revealing his erection. She let her eyes wander, landing on the tent in his pants and watching the fabric tighten around him.

“John, I’m sorry, I should’ve never-”

“Tell me what you want. Or are you just gonna keep drooling over me?” he teased.

“You, John. I want you,” she whined, rubbing her thighs together for any friction she could get.

“Atta girl. Come here,” he said, patting his lap. She was up without hesitation, practically tripping over herself to get to him. She went to sit in his lap, only to earn a look from him. “Pants off, sweetheart.”

She undid the button, letting her pants fall to the ground and tugging her underwear down with it. He smiled to himself.

“Aw, poor girl, already so wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you,” he sighed. She nodded, cheeks red with embarrassment and eyes hungry for him.

“Please, sir. I need it.”

“Need, ay?” he taunted, hands on the outsides of her thighs. “Those are strong words, love,” he drew circles with his thumbs, fingers pressing into her flesh.

“I mean them,” she whined, sinking down into his lap. She shuttered at contact, burying her face in his neck. “Need you so fucking badly, John.”

“Are you sure it’s not the other John you need?” he asked, hands moving to her ass.

“No sir. I need you, John. You only,” she moaned, grinding against his thigh. He raised his hand, bringing it down with a hard slap against her ass, making her cry out.

“I’m not convinced,” he snapped, slapping her ass again.

“Please-” another slap. “John, I need you- fuck.”

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, Sergeant. You liked being punished, brat? You like when I smack your ass?” he taunted, bringing his hand down again.

“Yes- John, please-”

“Look at you, riding my thigh, begging for me to touch you,” her ass was red now, tears forming in her eyes.

“Please-” her words turned to cries, the knot in her stomach once again growing.

“Tell you what, Princess,” he started grabbing her chin and making her look him in the eyes. “You want me to let you cum tonight? Want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes, sir, please-”

“10 o’clock. Leave your door unlocked. I want you on the bed, legs spread for me. Only thing you should be wearing is that pretty little necklace. You understand, love?” There was mercy in his eyes as they scanned over her face.

“Yes, John,” she choked out. He smiled at her, wiping away a tear and pulling her in for a kiss. It was gentle, innocent. He pulled away, kissing her forehead once more.

“Good girl. Pants back on, sweetheart,” he ordered, focus drifting back to his paperwork. She whined as she stepped back into her clothing, her release slipping away again. He slapped her ass one last time as she walked out, earning a giggle from her.

~~~~

It was 10 o’clock sharp when he opened the door. She spread eagle on the bed, hands already gripping the sheets. The necklace sat nicely on her chest.

“Look how beautiful,” he said, pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the room. “Such a pretty girl.”

She smiled, sitting up and watching him unbuckles his pants, his cock painfully hard. He pulled the waistband down, his cock springing free. The tip was an intense red, already dripping with precum. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but blush at her reaction.

“What do you want, sweetheart? You want to go slow-?”

“Fuck no,” she said with no hesitation. “I’ve been wet since last night. Just fuck me, please,” she whined, reaching out and stroking his cock.

“Oh come on,” he said, placing his thumb against her cheek. “I know you can do better than that, pretty girl.” He grabbed her chin, leaning down close to her face. “Beg for me.”

Her eyes were wide, staring back into him with a burning desire.

“Please, sir. I need you to fill me up, sir,” she said, pulling him onto the bed. “I need you so badly, can’t cum without you, John.”

“How many times did you try, sweetheart? How many times did you get so close, only to lose it at the last second?”

“Four,” she whined. “One last night, one this morning, once in the bathroom, and then in your office.”

“Poor thing,” he mocked.

“Please,” she begged, “I need you so badly.”

He pushed her on her back, crawling on top of her and shoving his knee between her legs. She moaned, instantly grinding against it,

“You need it, huh?” he mocked, lips falling to her neck.

“Yes baby, need you so bad- mmf, please fuck me, sir. I need you to fuck me deep, fuck me so hard I can’t walk-” a growl came from his throat as he sucked a dark bruise on her neck.

“Can’t do it yourself?” he teased, his beard rubbing against her sensitive skin.

“No sir,” she whined. “I tried, I tried so fucking hard, John, but I can’t,” she cried out as his knee pushed back against her. “I can’t get anywhere close to how you make me feel, John.”

“You’re damn right,” he snapped, spreading her legs with his knee. He pushed the tip against her folds, soaking it with her slick as he lined himself up. He pushed into her, pulling a groan from both of them as he sank to the base.

“Oh my fucking god-” she whined, her walls stretching around him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You take me so well,” he moaned, head raised to look at her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper into her.

He rolled his hips, the skin of his stomach rubbing against her clit as he kissed her cervix. She was already a mess around him, tears in her eyes and blubbering out her words.

“You f-feel so fucking good, John,” she gasped, eyes squeezing tight as he sped up. “Ohh my god-”

“Eyes open, love,” he said, snapping his hips back into her when she opened them. She closed them again, eyes practically rolling back in her head. “I said look at me,” he snapped.

“John, I’m- uhh-!” she shouted, squeezing him tightly as she came around him with no warning. He kissed her neck gently through her orgasm, hushing her back down to reality.

“Look at you, barely even moved and you came,” he said, slowly thrusting into her. Her toes were clenched, her face red and tear stained. “Haven’t even fucked you properly.”

“John, I’m sorry-”

“Fucking whore,” he spat, slamming his hips into her again. “Flirting with Soap, just so I fuck you dumb?”

She whined in response, fingers tangling in his hair for support. His hands were firm on her hips, fingers digging bruises into her skin.

“You think MacTavish could fuck you like this?” he asked, throwing her legs over his shoulder and straightening his back. She cried out at the new level of depth he reached, her other hand raking across his back. “You think Soap would’ve made you cum that fast?”

“No sir,” she choked out.

“You think he would know just what drives you crazy?” He was fucking feral now, pounding into her like he was dying.

“No sir-!”

“You think anyone else but me could make you cum?” he snapped, bringing his hand down and slapping her thighs. She had tears falling from her eyes, broken moans coming from her lips at his words. “You think anyone but me could fuck you this deep?”

“Need to cum, ple-”

“Quite! You think anyone else could leave those marks on your neck?” he reached up, pressing one with his finger before wrapping his hand around her neck.

“John-!” He sped up again, pounding into her with no remorse.

“You know why no one else can fuck you like this?” He started, pressing his thumb to her clit. “Because this pussy is mine. You hear that? This cunt belongs to me.”

He released her neck, her moans growing louder and louder.

“I can’t hold it, I have to cum, please-”

“You don’t get to cum, you know why? ‘Cause it's my pussy,” he growled, letting her legs fall back around his waist as he buried his face in her neck.

“It’s yours, John, I’m yours, please-!”

“Damn right,” he said, pressing kisses to her collarbone. “You’re mine, and don’t you fucking forget it either.”

Tears streamed freely down her face. She was quickly becoming overstimulated, John hitting all the right angles to pound into her g-spot.

“Fuck, John, it’s yours, please, need to cum,” she cried, fingers dragging along his back.

“You say my name, you hear me?” he groaned, lips grazing her ear. “You cum, and you scream my name.”

“Fuck- yes, John, fuck, John-”

“Atta girl, let everyone know who this pussy belongs too,” his breathing was labored, his own release drawing near as she squeezed around him. She could barely make a sound, her voice hoarse as she came around him, His hips stuttered, working her through her release.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Look so good with my name around your neck,” he growled, his pace speeding back up.

“I’m yours, John, and only yours,” she whined, one of her hands moving to his head and playing with his hair.

“That’s right, love. Mine. Not Ghost’s, not Gaz’s, not fucking MacTavish’s, mine,” he grunted, his eyes rolling back and shutting. “Fuck, princess, you’re pussy feels so good, squeezing me so tight-”

“You mean you’re pussy?” she replied, making him moan like she’s never heard before.

“That’s fucking right, so fucking- ah-” he whimpered, he fucking whimpered, pressing weak kisses against her neck. “Whose pussy is that?”

“Yours, John,” she whined.

“Damn.” thrust. “Right.” thrust. “God, baby girl.”

“Fuck, Captain, please fill me up-” she whined, “wanna be filled, please-!”

“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, cock hitting her walls with an animalistic intensity.

“I’m yours, John, all yous-”

“Say it again, baby, please-”

“I’m all yours, John, want you to fill me up-!”

“Atta girl!”

“John, I’m gonna fucking cum, please-”

“Right there with you, darling.”

“Please let me cum-!”

“Let it out, pretty girl, say my fucking name-”

“Holy shit, John, I’m-!”

“Fuckin’ hell-” his hips slammed into her, no doubt bruising her. His thrust grew weak as she squeezed his cock, her orgasm soaking him. His body dropped onto her, cock buried deep inside her as he coated her walls. She whined at the feeling, kissing his neck as he came down from his high. He was mumbling incoherently, words jumbling together as his hips slowly came to a stop.

“John, feels so fucking good being filled up,” she mumbled, hands in his hair.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he muttered, slowly removing his cock. She hissed at the feeling. He got on his knees, leaning back and watching his cum spill out of her. He pressed two fingers to her throbbing cunt and shoved it back in, eyes filled with desire.

“John,” she whispered, “come back.”

“Right, sorry,” he said, shuffling back up and laying next to her, pulling her into his chest. “You want me to clean you up?”

“Eventually. Just… stay here for a while,” she replied, her face buried in his chest as their bodies mushed together. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as his hand rubbed small circles on her back.

“I didn’t cross a line, did I?” he asked, making her giggle. “Hey, I’m serious, sweetheart. Did I say anything that made you uncomfortable?”

There was genuine concern in his voice, making her feel guilty for laughing. She felt a different knot in her stomach, one that had started this business in the first place. She took a deep breath, slowing her heart down before she got too excited.

“Maybe. Did you mean it?”

His brain short circuited. His mouth was dry. All his emotions were coming to the front lines, and he didn’t know if he could handle a massacre.

“I meant every word,” he started, voice shaky. He stopped and cleared his throat. “I know what we both said when this started. I know we agreed that we wouldn’t develop feelings-”

“I love you,” she blurted out, face heating up against his skin.

“...what?”

“Oh god, nevermind-” she pulled away from him, climbing up out of bed.

“No, wait-” he said, sitting up.

“I’m sorry-” she started for the bathroom, movements frantic.

“Stop-”

“I should’ve never said anything-”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’ve ruined it all, haven’t I?”

He followed after her, grabbing her wrist and turning her back to face him. There were new tears in her eyes.

“Say it again,” he said, his voice gentle.

“John, please don’t make me-”

“Just- say it again.”

She scanned his face. Once. Twice. A third time. She was normally good at reading people, but she couldn’t sense a single fucking thought in his head. Her heart was racing, beating like she had a gun to her head.

“.. I love you.”

He grabbed her other hand, pulling her in and slamming his lips against hers. She moaned in surprise, reaching up and lacing her fingers behind his head as his hands fell to her waist. The world stopped. Nothing else mattered except him. For one moment, the universe revolved around them.

The kiss was a different kind of passion. The kind he used when he saw her early in the morning, or when he cleaned her up. It was the kind he used when they got back from a particularly difficult mission. It was gentle, loving, world-stopping.

They moved in sync to the rhythm of their own hearts, all their anxieties slipping away. Both gasped for air when they released, face red with embarrassment.

“I love you too, darling.”

“I’m all yours, John. I promise I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me,” she said, her thumb caressing his cheek.

“If I ever say I don’t want you, shoot me at point blank,” he replied, mustache twitching in a smile.

“Whatever you say, Captain,” she winked, tugging him back down into another kiss.

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maximumwobblerbanditdonut · 2 months ago

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LAPHROAIG HONOURS IAN HUNTER IN NEW SERIES 📘🥃

One of the most richly flavoured of all Scotch

In the whisky industry, it's important to enter the market with innovative production techniques to create unique flavour profiles that appeal to a younger demographic. The use of different cask finishes demonstrates how innovation can be a strong advantage in the competitive whisky landscape.

Laphroaig Distillery honoured the legacy of one of its former owners with The Ian Hunter Series, a ‘rare and collectable’ range of whiskies. The Ian Hunter Series is a 30-year-old single malt matured in first-fill ex-Bourbon barrels, which is titled ‘Unique Character’ to reflect Hunter’s decision to introduce American oak casks to Laphroaig’s maturation regime.

The fifth and final instalment in this iconic series is a 34-year-old single malt whisky with intriguing flavours of classic Laphroaig peat combined with accents of fruity blueberry, sweet, and rich butterscotch. This combination of classic and modern flavours showcases the evolving vision and individuality that Ian Hunter had in mind for Laphroaig whisky, making it certainly a legacy of spirit that will endure. Whiskies released as part of The Ian Hunter Series are presented in a ‘collectable’ hardback book.

The Laphroaig distillery was established in 1815 by Donald and Alexander Johnston. The Johnstons who founded Laphroaig were from the Clan Donald and are likely to be from the MacIain of Ardnamurchan branch of the clan.

Ian Hunter was a distant relative of the brothers who founded Laphroaig in 1815 and He took over the operation of the distillery in 1908. During his ownership Hunter launched Laphroaig as a single malt, began distribution in the US, and increased output by building two additional stills.

Hunter passed to Bessie all of Laphroaig’s secrets over the years. This included the idea of maturing Laphroaig’s spirit in ex-Bourbon barrels.

Today, it's clear to see the impact of Ian Hunter at the Laphroaig Distillery through the practices and innovations that are still followed. Ian is credited as the pioneer and innovator of this incredible whisky. Without him, the Laphroaig we know today would not exist.

He ran the business until his death in 1954, leaving the distillery and operating company in the hands of his secretary, Bessie Williamson.

Bessie Williamson, Laphroaig - First lady of Laphroaig. Bessie proved Scotch was not just a man’s world. She became a distillery owner in 1954 after Ian Hunter’s passing and was a pioneer of women in whisky.

The distillery has also released The Bessie Williamson Story, a 25-year-old Laphroaig, into global travel retail in honour of another manager and the only woman to own and run a Scottish distillery in the 20th century.

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Posted 15th September 2024

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whiskyblog · 2 months ago

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Laphroaig Whisky 18 y.o.

The Laphroaig 18 Years Old is a classic Islay whisky with a rich, intense flavour for experienced whisky connoisseurs. It displays the typical Laphroaig character profile in an elegant, mature form while remaining true to the distillery's unmistakable identity. For many connoisseurs, the Laphroaig 18 year old is considered one of the brand's best bottlings and is a recommendation for anyone who appreciates smoky whiskies with depth and character.

Cask type : Ex - Bourbon - Barrels

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taphousebourbon1 · 6 months ago

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Kentucky

Bourbon making can be traced back to the late 18th century, standing as a uniquely American spirit known for quality and craftsmanship. Because of specific and high standards, bourbon tastes different than other whiskies such as Scotch, Irish, Canadian or Tennessee whiskey. Bourbon must be made in America and predominantly from corn. This makes bourbon unique among all other styles of whiskey. Furthermore, bourbon is never stored in used barrels. New oak barrels age bourbon slowly over time so it garners a deep amber color and rich flavors as it matures. No artificial colors or additives are ever added. Remember, all bourbons are whiskeys, but not all whiskeys are bourbons.

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the-queen-of-fools · 2 years ago

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Coffee & Cowboys

Chapter 10

——— Word count: 1226 Pairing: Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels x English f!Reader (no y/n, no descriptions) Rating: Mature (For themes & language. No smut.) Warnings: Slow burn; angst; references to drugs and death (inc death of a child); post-movie; AU, fix-it fic. A/N: Also posted on Ao3 ———

Champ had explained Jack had a wife. A pregnant wife, who was killed. She- they had been collateral damage in a store robbery gone wrong. The ones who had killed them had been high, addicts, and it had been a loss that had devastated Jack. It was after this, that he’d become an agent with Statesman. It had given him purpose, and he’d risen through the ranks. Champ had apologised too, for his part in missing the signs, even after all the years of Jack’s exemplary service. That reasoning you could understand more. The tragic and sudden loss of not one loved one but two? You could understand anger, resentment, rage, even revenge. But if Whiskey had given his reason as stock prices, was he simply lying to the English agents or to himself?

When you leave Champ’s office, the cowboy is waiting down the hall, sat on the floor, leaning back against the invisible barrier. He doesn’t reply when you ask him if he is okay, doesn’t acknowledge you at all beyond standing up when you get nearer. He simply follows when you walk past him, heading back out of the bottle shaped building. You’re about to walk back to Ginger’s lab, but a tour group passes you, blocking your path. Honestly, you could do with a break right now, especially with the cowboy giving you the cold shoulder, so you go in the opposite direction and wait at the entrance to the distillery, the start point for the next tour that’s beginning in 20 minutes. It’s actually quite interesting, seeing some of the machinery involved with making bourbon, seeing the public façade of the Statesman company, knowing the hidden secrets that the tour guide herself may not even be aware of. “Here’s where we leave the casks to age.” She says, pointing to a long wooden building to her left. “Unfortunately, we can’t go in, as it’s a temperature-controlled environment.” You smile. It also has a biometric lock and is the entrance point to the secure labs, including Ginger’s. Probably would be hard to explain why a big bourbon barrel easily disappears and reappears from the floor, carrying people inside of it. “So let’s move on to our world class stud farm and meet three of our Kentucky Derby winners.” Your group moves on past the buildings, towards the training barns, stables, and the pastures beyond. The group is thoroughly entertained by the various parts of the farm section, and the peace of the animals is a welcome balm to the turmoil of the last few days. Jack, still bound to you, has not spoken a word, not whispered any stories about the buildings, not made any jokes. It pains you, more than you expected, and it feels strange to remember that this was how life was just a few days before. Once he wakes up from his coma, it’ll be your life again, without the continual company of the denim-clad cowboy, and that hurt is heavy in your chest too. You’ll miss him once he’s gone, although, you think, you miss him right now too...

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After the tour, including a brief tasting session of several bourbon whiskeys, and a trip to the gift shop where you pick up a postcard to send home to your roommate, you make your way back to the lab to sit with the stationary Whiskey, and ask if there are any interesting results from Ginger’s earlier brain scan. An EEG, she explains, measures the electrical activity in Jack’s brain, and put simply, that the depth of the coma affects the results, particularly the response to stimuli. She also whispers that although usually shaving the hair isn’t absolutely necessary, the Statesman’s machine does work better with more contact to the skin, and the glue from the stickers can be a bother to get out. They shave the sections of his hair every time they do a scan, but it’s only now that they know about Jack’s objection to the razor. Ginger sits with you, and places some large pieces of paper down on the bed in front of you both. The first is a set of results from the start of Jack’s coma, the spiked lines meaning very little to you. The next set, taken after 3 months, are much the same, a set of spiked lines showing the brain activity happening despite the coma, and although she says they’re are slight differences, you cannot see it. The following set, the 6 month scan, shows spikes again, though obviously different than the first. She says that it means that he was less reactive that at the start, a deeper state of unconsciousness, which can mean less chance of full recovery. “We aren’t due another EEG until next month,” Ginger explains, “but with you being here, and the apparition of Jack you’re seeing, I was curious.” Now she brings out the test results from today. There is a clear difference, and Ginger smiles at you as she continues, clearly excited, “today’s results show an increase in brain activity than the previous one. But what’s actually fascinating is the activity is greater than the first scan. He, or at least his brain, is more active now. Of course, we also need to do and MRI and some other tests too, but this shows that the Jack you’re seeing is likely affecting the Jack here in this bed.” “And that’s good, right?” You ask, following her a little less once her speech sped up with the excitement. “Yes, that’s very good. I think I may go tell Champ actually, this is very, very good.”

Once Ginger collects up the scan results, and left the room to inform her boss of the progress, you’re left again with the stillness of the room, the machines thankfully breaking the silence. Whiskey, the physical one, remains the same, though you are entertained by the unexpected makeover he’s received. You move your chair closer to the bedside and take his hand, brushing your thumb over the back of it. Just because the ghostly one isn’t speaking to you, doesn’t mean you can’t speak to him. “Did you hear that, Cowboy? The scans look better than before. Maybe you’ll wake up soon, though I hope you aren’t still mad at me when you do…” You brush your hand along his cheekbone. The Jack in the next room raises his head at the slight tingling sensation on his own cheek. His hand too? He takes a few steps towards the doorway of room you’re in but doesn’t enter. It’s slightly ajar and he can just hear what you’re telling the other him. “Your brain is getting a good workout with me. So you have to stop giving me the silent treatment or you’ll go backwards. Please, Cowboy, I don’t want you to go backwards.” He sighs as your voice cracks, but he’s still mad at what you did. When you kiss his hand, and lace your fingers between his own, he feels it, the ghost of the soft touch of your lips, the pressure of your hand in his. It remains with him when you talk to him more, when your head rests on the edge of the bed, when your eyes start to feel heavy and close. It remains as you fall asleep with your hands still entwined.

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Texas' Balcones Distilling celebrates 15 years with the release of Cataleja Texas Single Malt

Press Release

WACO, Texas ... As a leader at the forefront of the whisky revolution in Texas, Balcones Distilling is proudly unveiling a new single malt whisky in celebration of their 15-Year Anniversary: Cataleja Texas Single Malt.

As the American Single Malt category continues to explode, with year-over-year sales growing at a remarkable double-digit rate1, Cataleja Texas Single Malt emerges as a symbol of the innovative spirit that has been the bedrock of this booming new category.

"Cataleja Texas Single Malt is one of the most complex and unique whiskies we've made. It's a testament to the Balcones commitment to exploration, experimentation, and an unyielding dedication to our craft," said Jared Himstedt, head distiller at Balcones Distilling. "We each had our own vision of Cataleja, what it might become, and its individual character. Even now that it's here, it's more distinctive than we imagined. This process showcases our continued commitment to engaging with our whisky in a meaningful way to create unique, expressive flavors."

Made with 100% Golden Promise Malted Barley, this single malt began its maturation journey in barrels previously used to age Kentucky bourbon, and after three years of the Texas climate's concentrating effects, was transferred into decommissioned Sherry Solera casks that were meticulously hand-selected from various Spanish bodegas (wine cellars): Moscatel, Amontillado Dulce, Oloroso and Palo Cortado. Because the first fill showcased the wonderfully high impact of the 80+ year old casks, the whisky was transferred back into neutral barrels and then followed with two additional rounds of refill single malts through the decommissioned casks, as they continued to provide sherry impact alongside the delicate malt character.

"Cataleja Texas Single Malt is an ode to whisky makers of the past - it is our way of honoring the makers who've come before us and using the best of the techniques and the ingredients that they had at their disposal," said Himstedt. "This complex whisky not only pays homage to the pioneers who have inspired us, but it also embraces the relentless pursuit of crafting something uniquely its own."

For those that are 21 years or older, Cataleja Texas Single Malt has an SRP of $125 and will be available to purchase for a limited time only at select U.S. liquor retailers in Texas, California, Illinois, Colorado, New York and Florida, and can be pre-ordered on ReserveBar.com. The limited release will be available starting this month, but Balcones will also be offering a first taste for all guests at its 15th Anniversary celebration this Saturday, October 28, at the Balcones Distillery in Waco, Texas.

"Waco has been instrumental in the birth of Balcones, and a dear partner in our growth and development over the years," said Himstedt. "Being able to reintroduce Balcones and celebrate 15 years of our whisky journey with Cataleja, surrounded by our community, is an honor and a joy that we don't take lightly."

Additional details for those 21+ years old interested in attending the 15th Anniversary event, including how to purchase a ticket, can be found at Balcones15year.com. For more information on the new Cataleja Texas Single Malt and its availability, please visit BalconesDistilling.com.

About Balcones Distilling

Balcones Distilling pioneered a new landscape for whisky by combining centuries of single malt distilling tradition with the unique flavors of Texas. Synonymous with quality and innovation, Balcones Distilling is an award-winning distillery that is changing the state of whisky through its high-quality ingredients and unique processes to create layers of flavor in every expression.

Creator of the original Texas whisky, Balcones Distilling distills all of its beloved spirits inside the historic Texas Fireproof Storage Company building in downtown Waco. Guests can visit the distillery for tours, tastings and events to discover the new state of whisky with Balcones. Visit BalconesDistilling.com for more information.

About Diageo North America

Diageo is a global leader in beverage alcohol with an outstanding collection of brands including Johnnie Walker, Crown Royal, Bulleit and Buchanan's whiskies, Smirnoff, Cîroc and Ketel One vodkas, Casamigos, DeLeon and Don Julio tequilas, Captain Morgan, Baileys, Tanqueray and Guinness.

Diageo is listed on both the New York Stock Exchange (NYSE: DEO) and the London Stock Exchange (LSE: DGE) and their products are sold in more than 180 countries around the world. For more information about Diageo, their people, brands, and performance, visit www.diageo.com. Visit Diageo's global responsible drinking resource, www.DRINKiQ.com, for information, initiatives, and ways to share best practice. Follow on Twitter and Instagram for news and information about Diageo North America: @Diageo_NA.

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Tasting japanese whisky: The Tottori Blended ex-Bourbon Barrel [ @matsuiwhisky ]. This blended whisky composed of several whiskies has been matured in Bourbon barrels for at least 3 years. The casks add sweet caramel and vanilla notes to this smooth slightly smoky Japanese Whisky 🥃⛩ . . . #whisky #whiskey #japanese #japanesewhisky #tottori #matsuiwhisky #bourbon #bourbonbarrel #saturday #saturdaynight #saturdayevening #japantaste #weekend #tastingwhisky #tasting #sumiller #sommelier #gourmet #maridaje #gastronomia #gastronomy #foodie #enjoylife #lifestyle #lifestyleblogger #gentleman #gentlemanstyle #instagram #instagood #instawine (en Madrid, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmKGxucLIKm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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boozehouse · 2 years ago

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The Best Japanese Whiskey Buying Guide

True Japanese whiskies value subtle taste distinctions above everything else. The origins of the water and the kind of wood used in the barrels, both have an impact on the final product’s flavor. Some Japanese distilleries employ exotic wood that can’t be obtained anywhere else, giving their spirits a unique taste that can’t be replicated in the United States.

1. The Chita Single Grain Japanese Whisky

From the House of Suntory Whisky, a mild, smooth single-grain whisky with unparalleled sophistication and a clean, clear finish.

Type: Single Malt Whisky

Size: 700mL

24.0 standard drinks

Alcohol Volume: 43.0%

Country: Japan

Brand Name: The Chita

Closure: Twist Top

2. Yamazaki Distillery Reserve Single Malt Whisky

Known as “the pioneer of Japanese whisky,” Yamazaki® is Japan’s first and oldest distillery. Yamazaki, the birthplace of Japanese whisky and Suntory’s flagship single malt, was founded in 1923 on the outskirts of Kyoto in a unique, misty region where water and mountains offer diversity in nature and temperature and where conditions are ideal for ageing whisky.

Yamazaki Distiller’s Reserve is the introduction to the brand. Respecting Yamazaki’s heritage and signature taste, we combine aged Yamazaki sherry cask and aged Mizunara cask malt whiskies to create Distiller’s Reserve, a rich, easy-to-drink whisky with a round-bodied, profound, and mature taste that is always luxurious, exclusive, knowledgeable, but never pretentious.

3. Nikka Coffey Grain Whisky

The Coffey Still is the world’s first patented continuous still, invented by Mr. Aeneas Coffey in 1830. Masataka Taketsuru valued the feature of this type of stew, which retains the flavours of the ingredients and also creates a distinctive texture. The complex, sweet, and mellow flavours in Nikka Coffee invite you back to the beauties of grain whisky.

Type: Japanese Whisky

Size: 700mL

24.9 standard drinks

Alcohol Volume: 45%

Country: Japan

Brand Name: Nikka

Closure: Screw Cap

4. Hibiki Japanese Harmony

An exclusive limited edition of Hibiki Japanese Harmony featuring hints of Yamazaki Sherry Cask

Hibiki Whisky is a harmonious blend of numerous malt and grain whiskies that have been painstakingly blended to create a full orchestra of flavours and aromas.Seductive, blossoming, and enigmatic, Hibiki Whisky celebrates an unrivalled art of blending, fine craftsmanship, and a sense of luxury from the House of Suntory.

5. White Oak Akashi Japanese Single Malt Whisky

Akashi White OakSingle-malt Bourbon Whisky has been aged in bourbon barrels for 5 years.White Oak Distillery outside the city of Akashi is Japan’s oldest, having held its distilling licence since 1919. Unlike Yamazaki, which started production swiftly after attaining its licence in 1923, White Oak waited 80 years to put its first spirit into a cask. With their primary focus being the more traditional Japanese alcohols of sake and shochu, White Oak produces a small amount of whisky, a drop in the ocean compared to the giants Suntory and Nikka.

6. Suntory Toki Blended Japanese Whisky

Toki means time in Japanese. A vivid blend of whiskies from Suntory’s Hakushu, Yamazaki, and Chita distilleries, Suntory Whisky Toki features the quintessential characteristics of a Suntory Whisky blend: exquisite balance, harmony, and oneness. At the same time, its unique pairing of Hakushu® American white oak cask malt whisky with Chita heavy-type grain whisky overturns the traditional hierarchy between malt and grain.

While Japanese whiskey may be the best in the world, it’s not the only type of whiskey that’s worth trying. Scotch whisky, Irish whiskey, and American whiskey all have their own unique flavors and qualities that make them worth seeking out. So, whether you’re a whiskey aficionado or a newcomer to the world of whiskey, be sure to give Japanese whiskey a try atBoozehouse

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- Best 36 drams of the year 2022 -

Ben WYViS 1972 27 year old Cask#744/1058/1059.

Brora 30 year old 2002 Bottling.

Clynelish 1965 27 year old Scotch Malt Sales.

Clynelish 1972 32 year old Finest & Rarest Hand writing Kingsbury.

Clynelish 12 year old Bicolor Whiskyteca Edward & Edward.

GlenOrd 1991 16 year old The Manager’s Dram.

GlenOrd 1962 26 year old Cadenhead for Mizuhashi.

Royal Brackla 1972 15 year old Intertrade.

Glencadam 1966 22 year old Cadenhead for Mizuhashi.

GlenDronach 1971 39 year old Oroloso Sherry Butt for K6 & Campbeltoun Loch.

GlenUgie 1967-1995 Connoisseurs Choice Gordon & MacPhail.

Inverleven 1967 30 year old Cask#3824 The Bottlers.

BenRiach 1968 34 year old Sherry Wood Hart Brothers.

GlenGrant 38 year old Gordon & MacPhail Bot.19??s.

GlenRothes 17 year old Gordon & MacPhail for Sestante.

Linkwood 1964 Gordon & MacPhail.

Linkwood 1957 12 year old Alc.56.9% Samaroli Import for E.Giaccone.

Longmorn 1969 Gordon & MacPhail Alc.62.0%.

Strathisla 1949 Bot.1980s.

Craigellachie 1962 37 year old Millennium Bottling Cadenhead’s Authentic Collection.

Springbank 1973 18 year old Matured in Rum Butt Alc.57.9% Cadenhead.

SpringBank Local Barley 1966 32 year old Cask#1966-498 Oak Bourbon Cask.

Ardbeg 1974 Provenance.

Bowmore 15 year old for Feis Ile 2022.

Bowmore 1993 16 year old Cadenhead for Cammpbeltown Loch.

Caol Ila 15 year old Bulloch Lade for Zenith Import.

Lagavulin 26 year old 2021 Special Release.

Lagavulin 1988 12 year old Hart Brothers.

Lagavulin 12 year old White Label for Italy Bot.1970s.

Laphroaig 1991 23 year old for Deucheland.

Hebrioes 1972 28 year old Celtic Series Kingsbury.

Chichibu Ichiro’s Malt 2008 10 year old Malt Dream Cask#1176.

Yamazaki 1998 10 year old The Owners Cask The drop of Yamazaki ‘Pegasus’.

Willett Family Estate 8 year old Barrel No.2795 131.8 Proof.

Rhum Vieix du Pere Labat Millesime 1985.

Coca Buton Bot.1950s.

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Perfect New Year Gift Ideas 2023

The year 2023 is just around the corner, and we're all excited to make it a great one. New Year's celebrations are in full swing as December draws to a close. We exchange gifts with friends, family, and loved ones as we wish them a prosperous new year. Here are some New Year Gift Ideas 2023 from Sendgifts to make your celebrations even more fun. With these new year gift ideas, spending time with your loved ones will be even more enjoyable.

Sendgifts, a leading online liquor store, is the best place to buy liquor online. We have a wide selection of drinks, including wines, liquors, craft beers, champagne, and more. With Sendgifts, you can also send amazing New Year's Eve gifts online to your friends and family.

New Year Gift Ideas

Johnnie Walker Blue Label Blended Scotch Whisky

Johnnie Walker Blue Label is one of the rarest blended whiskies available in the world. A honey-colored whisky with a spicy, smoky fragrance.

The first sip is surprisingly sweet and honeyed, then the smoke gently creeps in like fog at dawn, softly surrounding the edges of the tongue giving way to a luxuriously long, warming, smoky finish. Best served neat, along with an ice-cold water to enhance its powerful character.

Jameson 18 Year Irish Whiskey

Jameson 18 Years was made to make any occasion memorable. This is an 18-year-old whiskey, the kind of thing you only pull out for best mates. And if you want to impress them just throw this line into conversation: “It’s a unique blend of three signature distillates matured in the finest oak for almost two decades and is given a final marrying period of at least 6 months in a fresh American oak barrel, adding a unique complexity and elegance’. Ok, that is a mouthful. Just let the bottle do the talking.

Its long lingering finish carries the theme of the wood, spice and toffee right through to the end.

Macallan 12 Year Scotch Whisky

Macallan 12 Year is a classic sherry-cask-matured Speyside that makes a very good gateway into the single malt category. Flavors of fruitcake, warmed bread, soaked raisins, and clove lead to a warm, medium to long finish noted with pear, cigar and peppery clove notes.

Deliciously smooth, with rich dried fruits and sherry, balanced with woodsmoke and spice. Described by F Paul Pacult, the renowned international whisky writer, in his book Kindred Spirits as 'simply the best 12-Year-Old single malt around'.

Blanton’s Single Barrel Bourbon

Blanton’s Single Barrel Bourbon, the world’s first single barrel bourbon whiskey produced at the Buffalo Trace Distillery at Frankfort, Kentucky, and launched in 1984 by master distiller Elmer T. Lee. The presentation, taste and finish are all excellent. A staple bourbon for any collector or home bar enjoyer.

A deep, satisfying nose of nutmeg and spices. Powerful dry vanilla notes in harmony with hints of honey amid strong caramel and corn. A medium finish composed of returning corn and nutmeg flavors. Best served neat or on the rocks. Bottled at 46.5% ABV/VOL (90 Proof).

Sheridan's Coffee Layered Liqueur

Sheridan's Coffee Layered Liqueur is consisting of two bottles that resemble a terrific Irish coffee when layered in the correct proportions. One section is filled with a black liqueur, consisting of coffee and whiskey flavors, while the other is filled with a white liqueur of milk white chocolate. The ausschank blend in these ingredients with one unique pouring spout in the bag.

A beautiful blend of dark coffee chocolate liqueur with a silky-smooth vanilla cream liquor. Tilt the glass to allow the dark chocolate liquor to layer below the cream and it will resemble the best Irish coffee you’ve ever had. It contains 15.5 per cent alcohol by volume. A must try!

Patron Xo Cafe

Patron XO Cafe is a dry and low-proof coffee liqueur. It’s a combination of Patron silver and the essence fine coffee. This liqueur is a blend of vanilla, chocolate, and coffee aromas. It also has a light tequila taste and chocolate notes. It is recommended to Store it in the freezer. Avoid repeated re-freezing

It is excellent for sipping after dinner, as a premium cocktail ingredient, or as a unique and delicious dessert topping. It is delightful in Martinis or on vanilla ice cream. Enjoy!

Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky

Johnnie Walker Red Label is crackling with spice and bursting with vibrant, smoky flavors. It’s a blend that combines light whiskies from Scotland’s East Coast and more peaty whiskies from the West, creating an extraordinary depth of flavor. Johnnie Walker Red Label tumbles onto your palate with the freshness of spray from a breaking wave, bringing the unmistakable zing of aromatic spices - cinnamon and pepper - fizzing over the center of your tongue. There’s a suggestion of fruity sweetness, like fresh apple or pear and a mellow bed of vanilla, before the Johnnie Walker signature of a long, lingering, smoky finish.

Enjoy Johnnie Walker Red Label in any way you like - on its own, over ice, or long with your favorite mixer. We recommend Johnnie Ginger.

Hendrick’s Gin

Hendrick’s Gin is created via an absurdly inefficient, yet quite glorious process. In essence, to make one gin, we first create two. One on an old-fashioned pot still, yielding a rich and intricate spirit. The other on a long-necked Carter Head, producing a delicate, more refined spirit. Each still is infused with an unusual symphony of 11 botanicals. The gins from the two stills are then married together and graced with refreshing infusions of Rose and Cucumber.

This odd method of making gin enables Hendrick’s to taste light, yet intriguingly complex. The result is a wondrously refreshing gin with a delightfully floral aroma, elevating any cocktail and all occasions.

Escape the conventional, and embrace the delectable. Please enjoy the unusual responsibly.

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