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lesbianologist · 3 years ago

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MAGNETIC FIELD [2/+]

word count: 3278 summary: ch 2 of carnal habits, starts and continues from y/n's perspective.

cw: heavy talk of bdsm stuff (kinks). some dom/sub stuff (mostly language). light teasing. (a/n): i'm sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger! i wanted to give it all to you right away, but i'm doing some stuff here that'll set up some other stuff later. i know that's vague, but i also hope you're all going to savour this.

returning to la rouge lounge tonight, you had felt eager earlier in the day to meet new women elizabeth was introducing to the group, but it felt bleak at this point as you rode in the car.

you’d met plenty of them before, their names blurring together, and none of them had you itching to peel off your dress, strip down to your undergarments, and slip into bed with them.

you’d join casey and liz, but they were exclusive to each other now, and you wouldn’t neatly fit into their situation like before. liz wasn’t as dominant as you’d like, and while casey was a switch by technicality, she was moreso inclined to be submissive to liz. they were perfect for each other, and you fit somewhere outside of the two of them as they orbited each other.

adjusting the spaghetti straps on the swooping silk emerald dress, you felt it inch up your thighs in the cab on route to the lounge, threatening to expose that you had chosen to go to the lounge without a bra, and only a pair of lace cheeky underwear underneath. you’d also paired them with a suspender belt and pair of garters, instead of your usual garter belt and thigh-high stockings. you enjoyed the risque feeling it gave you, hiding under your dress.

the car pulled up to the lounge and you slipped inside, nodding a brief but warm hello to sarah as you passed, confidently striding towards the bar, tossing your hair slightly over your shoulders and back before teasing your fingers through the locks as they turned from waves into curls down towards the end. a few steps and you were stopped, briefly taking mental note of elizabeth’s posse behind you as you sauntered up to the counter.

you gave a quick wiggle of your fingers to the bartender, a wonderful younger woman. it was hard not to toy with the tendrils of whorls as you leant into the bar, a nervous habit of yours, the counter pressing against your stomach as you did. you’d been so eager to meet the group, but as you saw more regular faces as you passed by on the way to the counter, disappointment hinged. you wanted a different drink, tonight. something smoother.

“scotch, tonight, y/n?”

“make it a bourbon, please. neat.”

she handed you the glencairn class and you sucked back the amber liquid, the caramel flavour coating your throat easily, and you gulped before facing the familiar group, searching for casey and liz immediately.

“liz! case! oh it’s so lovely to see you!” you nearly squealed as you lurched towards casey who accepted your embrace with open arms, chuckling as per usual. liz, ever the more reserved of the two, smiled at you warmly as you moved back from casey, feeling a different pair of eyes on you.

it was instantaneous, the way your body reacted to this new woman staring at you. arousal crept into your stomach, igniting your core. your breath hitched in your throat, and you tensed, grasping the glass of bourbon intently. she was mesmerizing, adorning a beautiful checkered blazer and skirt combination, her chestnut hair tucked neatly back at the nape of her neck, her curls escaping slightly over her shoulders. where have i seen you before? you wondered, but you knew the rules in the lounge and in the scene.

it was magnetizing, the way you were compelled to sit by her, a magnetic field evident between you two. her eyes left yours only to drink in your form, and it was as if the world stilled between you two as she watched you settle in beside her. you were surprised at the innate attraction to her and the way she turned away from melody as you sank into the seat next to her. her attention was solely on you, now, and it was jarring and exciting all at once.

you turned to meet her gaze, lowering your eyes to your drink before taking a deep gulp and meeting her eyes again. they seemed to burn into yours, brilliant hazel irises scorching into yours. she was slightly older than you, maybe by about 10 years, but she had aged, and likely would continue to, like a fine wine. the compatible energy and dynamic was palpable. for the first time in awhile, you felt excited by the woman seated next to you.

“and your name?” her voice was husky but sweet, and more importantly, assertive. dominant. it thrilled you to the core, so much so that you had difficulty forming words, let alone your name.

“y/n, ma’am, and yours?”

“rita.”

rita. frankly, the ma’am was automatic. it had never occurred with anyone elizabeth had introduced you to, excluding herself, though your dynamic with her and casey was different. if you were being honest with yourself, you’d been a tiny bit doubtful and suspicious when she’d said tonight’s group would include a few more dominant personalities. there were a few you’d recognized from previous evenings, and they were either too demanding, bordering on pushy, or they were others like melody who were whiny. petulant. grating.

rita was different. the vigor behind her eyes hid a depth of dominance you found enticing. the way she held herself radiated assured confidence, authority, and rigidity. she had a presence that was laced with an edge, like holding a knife to one's' throat. it was refreshing, invigorating, and you couldn’t help but mentally grin with glee that she had joined the group tonight.

“you’re going to enjoy talking to that one, rita,” casey leaned forward, cocking her head towards you.

“oh, am i?”

“she’s a good girl,” liz noted with a smirk.

you flushed involuntarily. the times you’d played without liz, you’d been obedient to casey, but when together with her and liz, you’d been submissive to them both. they were an incendiary and peculiar duo, and while you’d enjoyed your times with them, you felt both disappointment and happiness at their decision to return to monogamy for the time being.

“yeah, except when she wants to act up,” casey added.

melody ambled away from the circular booth, waving goodbye to the little crowd, and strolled out of the lounge, leaving you, rita, liz, and casey to talk among the others who were having their own intimate conversations, the chatter light in the room. a few individuals had begun to lay sloppy kisses on each other, some moving to a private room in the back you’d been to only a handful of times.

“i was their unicorn at one point,” you admitted, freely, causing rita to glance over at casey and elizabeth. casey returned her glance with a wicked nod, sipping on her gin and tonic.

“it was fun while it lasted, and then they got dull and wanted it to just be the two of them.”

“oh, we’re the dull ones?” casey teased, “i seem to recall otherwise from our times together.”

“you of all people know i just like a little bit more dominance.”

“she’s not lying there.”

it was daunting task finding what you desired most. there was no one like you envisioned in your mind, a woman that was both soft and unrelenting, muted yet powerful. you ached to find the perfect temperament, but you found yourself with women who were malleable, pliant, somewhat docile to your charm.

you profoundly craved the touch of someone who could sense your exuberant and subservient demeanor and weaponize it, reducing you to putty in their hands. you sought out to serve and obey, and instead, found those who let you galavant with glee at being a bit too bratty. and when they didn’t feel as inclined to punish you? you found yourself bored and it’d eventually end.

of course, you had absolutely no way of knowing if rita was different. while she seemed inexhaustible, preponderant, bursting with a commanding disposition, the bedroom was always an entirely different story. as was each person’s propensity to either giving you exactly what you wanted, and/or decisions for punishment if they even felt inclined to punish you at all. it also didn’t help that you wanted the dynamic to persist outside of the bedroom, slightly. while most women were okay with some domination inside of the bedroom, most wanted nothing to do with it in everyday life.

“so,” you murmured, sipping your drink again before placing it back on the table, “tell me about you, rita.”

“what can i say?”

“well, as you know, there’s no talk of employment, obviously. no last names. but we’re free to discuss anything else. or would you rather i ask stuff that pops into my head?”

“by all means…”

you didn’t want to outright ask her if she was a domme if she had never held that title before, nor described herself as such, despite the feeling you got from her. she was refined, sleek, suave, and she had the most velvety voice you had ever heard. it wasn’t exactly palatable to dive right into the kink talk, but you exclusively had to avoid employment despite the persistent inclination to do so every time. and last names.

god, you wanted to know her last name.

she bridged a bit of the gap between you two, placing her arm delicately on the curved arm of the booth behind you, her fingers laying casually near your neck. you swore you felt your pulse skyrocket, need coursing through your skin. whatever you were going to ask got lost as you breathed her in, the lounge music tempering in the background as you pulled attention back to your previous thoughts.

“shall we start with a few questions?” she nodded slightly, giving you the okay, “have you done any research into this?”

“plenty, and i’ve also experimented in the bedroom without having a formal name for it.”

shifting in your seat, you leaned into her arm slightly, toying with the hem of your dress. you couldn’t help but deflect your eyes, peering instead at the emerald fabric that you were playing with, feigning preoccupation. you knew what you wanted to ask next, but the thought was muddied as you caught her scent. she smelled of eucalyptus, lilacs, and pine; earthy, musky, with a hint of florals. it was maddening, intoxicating, your chest rising and falling heavily as she answered your questions.

“so you’re not entirely unfamiliar to all of this.”

“no, though i certainly wouldn’t describe myself as an expert.”

“would you describe yourself as a dominant?”

“yes.”

she was so assured in her answer that it hadn’t taken a full second for her to respond.

she was certain in her response. the typical response would have been an elaborate answer as to why one would be dominant, or an explanation of how they were usually a switch. hell, even elizabeth answered this way, giving a lengthy explanation when you’d asked all those years ago.

the mood shifted immediately as she answered, your breath hitching in your throat again. your movement froze, fingers halting toying with your dress.

“you don’t have to stop doing that,” she noted, beginning to lazily play with your hair, scratching her fingertips through your scalp. you continued on, as per her words, absentmindedly fingering the fabric, teasing it between the pads of your fingers. you couldn’t muster a reply, only nodding obediently, entranced by how easily she was able to induce a submissive state in you.

“may i ask you some questions instead?”

“mhmm,” you mumbled.

“tell me about some of your favourite things.”

“generally? or in the bedroom?”

“either, though i was referring to the latter.”

you continued playing with the hem of your dress, meeting her eyes as much as you could stand, flirtatiously flitting them between your thighs and her face. she was intense, no doubt about it, and it ignited a pit in your stomach that only caused desire to pool in between your legs. you wanted her hands on you, badly and you weren’t sure at this point if you wanted those fingers inside of you, provoking an orgasm, or on you, willing you into obedience.

“toys, bondage, specifically restraints, semi-public stuff, wax and ice play, edging, and there’s a lot more…”

“rules?”

“yes.”

“punishments?”

“yes.”

“both in the bedroom and outside?”

“yes.”

“interesting… what about a strap-on?”

you nearly drooled at the thought of the woman seated next to you strapped, your thighs squeezing together at the mental image.

unable to meet her searing gaze, you choked out a “yes.” she must’ve noticed your reaction, as she tucked her other hand under your chin, tilting it so you could no longer avert your eyes, forced to look into hers. her pupils were blown with lust, frenzied by how you were acting.

“yes what?”

“yes ma’am,” you breathed.

“good girl. i want you to look at me when i’m talking to you. understood?”

“yes ma’am.”

she dropped her hand from your chin, and this time, you held her gaze, edged on by a cocktail of her dominance, the clammy sweat it produced, and the arousal that was gathering inside of you slowly. like kindling to a fire, your arousal flickered in the flames of her presence, igniting like embers in a pit, particularly at her use of the words good girl. you were already wet from a bit of teasing and a few words. fuck.

“you two seem to be hitting it off,” liz interjected with a loud laugh.

the two of you chuckled, and your face flushed slightly, though it was imperceptible in the red lights emanating from around the lounge.

“rita getting you all hot and bothered, baby?” casey teased further.

involuntarily biting your lip, you fought the urge to snarkily react. while you thoroughly relished behaving like a brat, you had little knowledge of the lengths rita would go to in punishment for that type of behaviour. admittedly, you’d been more than a little intimidated by the way she so easily slipped her hand under your chin, demanding you look at her when she spoke to you. it was frightening, but also wildly exciting, sparking desire in your veins and causing your throat to become dry.

“god, you love to tease, y’know?”

“it’s my specialty.”

“just ignore her,” liz chimed in, “she’s acting like this because it turns her on to see someone acting the way rita is with you.”

you glanced at rita who was still observing you meticulously, a hint of longing lingering in the way she was attentive in monitoring you. she moved to take a sip of her drink, her eyes fixed on you still as she swallowed and placed the glass down on the table again beside yours.

“do you like that they tease you?”

“sometimes.”

“only sometimes?”

“to an extent. not in a situation like this.”

“like what?”

she was prying it out of you, prompting you to concede. you’d either have to be honest about your delirious attraction to her, and the wetness that was pooling in your underwear, or you’d pay the penance for being intentionally vague.

“tell me.”

“like… when i find someone attractive.”

“do you find me attractive?”

“yes ma’am.”

she licked her lips, glancing away from you as if she needed to gather herself for a moment before returning her gaze to you again.

“other than the ones you said, what else?”

“some of this is going to get me riled up just talking about it.”

“that’s the intention. i want to see what makes you squirm, what makes you needy.”

you shook your head, giggling at your own sudden timid disposition. you were never normally like this, and you hadn’t been when the two of you were talking casually, but now? now, you were wriggling under her gaze, trying to weasel your way out of giving her the weapons to making you come undone. it was a metaphorical dagger pressed to your throat, heat coursing through your skin.

“i’ll just guess, and you can give me a yes or a no. is that good?”

“yes ma’am.”

“aside from your fairly obvious praise kink, i’m going to bet you like some soft degradation, don’t you sweetheart?”

“yes, i do.”

“orgasm control and/or denial?”

“both; control more so than denial.”

“so you like showing off?”

“do you mean exhibitionism?”

“i was talking more in terms of acting bratty.”

“why? because of what they said?”

“from your choice of control rather denial.”

being clad in minimal undergarments left you exposed, of course, but rita had a critical way of stripping you of your defences. you felt naked among the group of people as she observed you and you fought the urge to glance away timidly. she had you caught like a predator would with its prey, and you submitted to her so willingly, so easily, caught in her vice.

“begging?”

“yes.”

“sensations and blindfolds?”

“yes and yes.”

“group sex?”

“depending on who, but yes.”

“gags and plugs?”

“yes and yes.”

she nodded, leaning forward to grab her glass before leaning back against the chair, her arm now moving towards your shoulder again, tucking you into her as she began rubbing soft circles on your skin, causing you to shiver.

“so you’re looking for…” you intended to finish the sentence with a submissive before you held back, watching rita take a swig of her drink, the copper liquid emptying out of the glass. she leant in to you, a mere couple of inches from your face, her hot breath hovering near your lips, the scent of alcohol and her perfume intermingling perfectly.

“someone like you.”

it took everything in you not to climb into her lap just then and beg her to have her way with you right there. instead, your focus inadvertently flickered from her eyes down to her lips and back. you gazed at her longingly and squirmed where you sat. the only effect it seemed to have on her was eliciting a very slight smirk that you wouldn’t have caught if you weren’t looking for it.

when the server came around for another round of drinks, she ordered one more for you and her, taking a hefty swig as she moved her arm from her shoulder to your thigh. you fought the pleasure as it soared in you, heart hammering in your chest, pounding in your ears. your breathing now came in uneven, shallow bursts, near gasps as she stroked your thigh with her thumb and chatted with elizabeth and casey.

you had no idea what they were talking about as you couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensation of her skin on yours.

“she’s in a trance, liz!” casey laughed.

the exclamation pulled your attention back to the redhead who was snickering, the older women smiling wickedly with her. despite her unrelenting teasing, she was right. they were right. you were beguiled by rita, captivated by her zeal, her inexplicable ardor. while you sneered back at them, you glanced back to rita for approval, to which she only slid her hand further up your thigh, squeezing lightly near an erogenous zone. you shuddered under her touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

“that feel good, sweetheart?”

“mhmmm.”

“there’s more where that came from back at my place, if you’re interested.”

you knew she’d felt your garter round your thigh as she’d gripped it, her fingers ghosting over the fabric, and you could only guess how eager she wanted to undress you. she’d built the impression that she’d ruin you without even admitting it over the course of the night, and her words alone didn’t suffice for the sensual aura that emanated from her, simultaneously chiling and scorching you. and here it was - the moment you’d lose yourself in the woman.

“absolutely.”

with that, you followed her to the door, winking at liz and casey as you passed, restless for the rest of the night to begin.

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secondsofpleasure · 2 years ago

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Murder of Three Clerics, around 1230–40, from the Saint Nicholas window, Church of Saint-Germain, Santeny, France (Glencairn Museum, Bryn Athyn, Pennsylvania, 03.SG.14)

Three figures are being murdered in their sleep by an innkeeper. Behind them leans the innkeeper's wife, holding a candle. The legend of Saint Nicholas tells us that the couple occasionally murdered their guests, dismembering and pickling their bodies to cook and serve to future visitors. In a scene shown on a subsequent panel, Nicholas reassembles and brings the figures back to life—offering medieval viewers a reassuring story about the power of saints to protect them in times of trouble.

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scotianostra · 5 years ago

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On January 14th 1815 the Scottish publisher, printer, bookseller and politician William Creech died.

It's a quiet day on the anniversary front today, so it's my turn to dig deep and tell you about one of Edinburgh's most renowned citizens of the past. William was the son of Rev William Creech, a minister in Newbattle, he studied at Dalkeith and then The University of Edinburgh and was destined for the medical profession, but eventually became apprentice to Mr. Kincaid, a publisher and bookseller in Edinburgh. In the year 1766, Mr. Creech went upon a tour of the continent, in company with Lord Kilmaurs, son of the Earl of Glencairn. After his return, in 1771, he joined his former master, KIincaid into partnership.

William Creech published the first Edinburgh edition of Robert Burns’s poems, as well as works by Hugh Blair, Robert Fergusson and eminent physician William Cullen.

Although Burns called Creech “my friend, my patron”, he had to remind his publisher to pay him while he patiently waited in Edinburgh. Creech also published Sir John Sinclair’s ‘Statistical Account of Scotland’, a detailed parish-by-parish survey of the nation. as well as his own work, such as his musings on Deacon Brodie’s trial and execution, printed just days after he had served on the famous burglar’s jury. He was also a co-founder of Edinburgh’s Speculative Society, a debating club whose members included various great figures such as Sir Walter Scott and Francis Horner. The club still continues.

Creech hosted book auctions and weekly breakfasts at his shop, which became known as ‘Creech’s levees’ and was at the end of The Luckenbooth's at St Giles Cathedral, the shop was established by the subject of a post last week, the poet Allan Ramsay, Kincaid bought the shop in 1758, passing it on to Creech when he decided to concentrate on his publishing business.

In his personal life Creech was seen to be a bit of a character and was known for his "droll anecdotes" and his pleasant conversations.

The following was written by Creech in Sinclair’s ‘Statistical Account of Scotland’ published between 1791 and 1799.

In 1763 – Edinburgh was almost entirely confined within the city-walls. The suburbs were of small extent. Nicolson’s Street and Square, Chapel-street, the greater part of Bristo-street, Crichton-street, George’s Square *, Tevior-row, Buccleugh-street, St Patrick’s Square, &c. &c. to the south, were fields and orchards. To the north, there was no bridge; and (till of late) the New Town, with all its elegant and magnificent buildings, figures, squares, rows, courts, &c. extending upwards of a mile in length, and near half a mile in breadth, did not exist . It may with truth be said, that there is not now in Europe a more beautiful terrace than Prince’s Street; nor a more elegant street than George-street. The views from Queen-street, to the north, exhibit a scene of grandeur and beauty unparallelled in any city.

He died, unmarried, on the 14th of January, 1815.

You can read one of his books in pdf format here

Edinburgh Fugutive Pieces With Letters containing a comparative view of the Modes of Living, Arts, Commerce, Literature, Manners, &c, of Edinburgh at different periods. (1815)

Pics are William Creech by Henry Raeburn, and detail from James Gordon of Rothiemay's map of Edinburgh 1647. Creech's Land was the east most shop immediately behind St Giles Cathedral, facing the Mercat Cross, the third pic speaks foritself, the fourth, from alamy, you can clearly see the name of the shop "Creech" written on the building.

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travelblogmontgomerycountypa · 3 years ago

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sirius-archive · 7 years ago

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Hello yes hi could you pretty please do 23, 24 and 35 with mah boi Sirius? :D

I diverged from canon a bit in this but its fanfiction so y’all will forgive me.

23. You left me with no one, sorry doesn’t change that, 24. This is a joke right?” and 35. “You don’t deserve this.”

Sirius Black was standing on your doorstep, soaked from the rain, and for the first time in your life, you did not want to let him in. He shuddered, his body racking violently from the cold, but you stood in the doorway, staring blankly at him, months upon months of emotions you had bottled up spilling from the cracks in your heart.

You had spent countless tear-stained nights imagining this scene, thinking savagely through the inebriated haze spreading blissfully across your mind of all the things you could do or say to make him feel what you were feeling. Abandonment is a cruel, vial thing, and the only way to fill the void shaped by the one you loved is to flood it with fire whiskey and drunken lust and that was what you did. But as he stood here now, materialized from your sweetest nightmares, you felt numb and empty, like the bottom of a Glencairn glass.

“(Y/N),” he rasped, and it’s a small and desperate utter of your name, and a wave of emotions crash over you at once.

“What are you doing here, Sirius?” you whisper, blinking back salty, bitter tears.

“I–I came to see you…to apolo–”

“–Don’t say it,” you snapped, closing your eyes and taking a sharp breath in. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “This is a joke, right? A sick, cruel joke…”

“No,” Sirius shook his head, “No, I really did miss you. I love you–”

“–THEN WHY DID YOU LEAVE?” You bellowed, your voice shattering through the air. Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks, you could no longer hold them back, your resolve was crumbling.

Sirius swallowed, averted his gaze as though he were about to cry himself. He sniffed, shifted his weight, ran a hand through his sodden, black hair.

“Regulus is missing,” he mumbled, “He’s gone. I’m afraid that he’s…he’s…”

Sirius didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. The furnace of anger that had been sitting inside your chest was extinguished by his honest confession, leaving confusion and shame in its wake.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you murmured. Sirius met your eyes again, and electricity shot down your spine as though he was a bolt of lightning.

“Reg he was…involved with Death Eaters. I couldn’t risk you getting hurt…”

You nodded. Another woman might have added that she could take care of herself, but that would be telling Sirius something he already knows. You were a sensible creature. You would have done the same.

Standing aside, you gave Sirius permission to enter your apartment. He entered cautiously, aware of your personal space.

“I’ll make you a pot of tea, go sit by the fire,” you muttered numbly, and Sirius nodded, shedding his coat and hanging it on the coat stand.

Retreating into the kitchen, you pressed your palms against the kitchen sink and stifled a sob that was threatening to tear your throat in half. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling hot tears bubbling behind them, but they snuck out anyway, leaving tracks down your cheeks.

Sirius cleared his throat and you sniffed, hastily wiping your tears and filling the pot up with water.

“I’m sorry to hear about Regulus,” you mumbled, “He was…he was sweet.”

There was an icy, pregnant pause, as though Sirius was trying to compose his words. Then–

“He was a fool,” he murmured, his tone low like a growl of thunder, “And Orion and Walhburga practically buried him in his grave.”

You turned toward Sirius, “He wasn’t what you thought he was…”

“He was a Death Eater (Y/N)! He was soft and foolish and he should have known better!”

Tears glazed Sirius’ steel eyes and he turned them away, chest heaving and knuckles white from where they curled around the chair.

You tapped your wand on the pot and a cloud of steam burst from the spout, filling the room with a tinny whistle. Approaching Sirius with a cup of hot tea, you sat down across from him, inviting him to take a seat. Sirius obliged, though he still did not match your gaze. You suspected that he was fighting the urge to mourn his brother.

“Why didn’t you trust me? We could have searched for him together. The Order could have helped…”

“Like I said, I couldn’t risk you getting hurt!”

“You hurt me more by not telling me!” you snipped. Sirius fell silent, his stare boring into the cup of tea in front of him. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat. “If you had just told me…then everything would have been alright.”

Sirius nodded, swallowing thickly. “Here I am calling my dead brother a fool…”

You felt the urge to reach across and place your hand on his, feel the magic hum between you like you had so many months ago. But you weren’t quite ready for that.

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” you asked softly, and Sirius shook his head, “You can sleep in the spare room if you want.”

For the first time in months, your gazes clashed, and everything returned to you. Sirius had planted roses in your chest that blossomed just for him, but their thorns were pricking your heart, and you could not ignore the pang that throbbed through your entire body. His departure had hurt you, but your resolve was softened by the truth. You knew that things would be different now, but you had hope that time would stitch your wounds together, and that those roses would bloom once again.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “And I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve this. ‘Sorry’ isn’t enough and I don’t think I can say it enough…”

You gazed at him, tears pricking your eyes. “You left me with no one, sorry doesn’t change that.” With honey trickling from your lips, you spoke with soft sincerity that communicated your hope and faith in time and restoration. “But time will.”

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dramstreet · 4 years ago

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A sneak behind the doors of some of the US’s most trailblazing distilleries with the world’s favourite whisky glass… As part of this year’s Glencairn Glass 20th Anniversary milestone, the award-winning family owned Glencairn Crystal has launched The Glencairn Glassroom: a compilation of behind-the-scenes Q&A conversations with some of the most innovative and trailblazing American distillers. The series offers Glencairn’s partner distillers the opportunity to talk candidly about their businesses, backgrounds and personal insights into their whisky journey. From across the US, Glencairn has spoken to some of the most exciting and high profile distillers, as part of the company’s desire to support and promote their much-valued international customers. Throughout the summer months, interviews will be appearing on a regular basis at www.whiskyglass.com/glassroom/ showcasing a different distillery, their team and their insights every week. Each interview will be supported through a social media campaign via The Glencairn Glass. Jason Kennedy, Sales Director at Glencairn Crystal, heads up the US sales side of the business and commented: “In these challenging times, we are very keen to work together and support fellow businesses within the spirits industry. We are proud of our relationships across the world and wanted to highlight these through The Glencairn Glassroom – starting with our friends and counterparts in the US. It provides a chance for the people behind some of the world’s most innovative distilleries to talk openly about their business journeys, whilst wearing their hearts on the sleeve.” Distilleries that have taken part to date include: Garrison Brothers, Few, Nelsons Green Brier, Balcones Distilling, Heaven Hill, Ironroot, Journeyman and Copperworks. Interested distilleries wanting to work with Glencairn Crystal and feature in The Glencairn Glassroom should contact Marty Duffy at: [email protected] The Glencairn Glassroom is just one of many initiatives being run by Glencairn Crystal this year, as the company celebrates 20 years of The Glencairn Glass. Others include The Glencairn Podglass – a podcast series showcasing the history of the Glencairn Glass, the people who made its creation possible and insights into the whisky industry. The company will also be announcing more initiatives later in the year to mark the momentus occasion for the world’s favourite whisky glass.

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pappyvanmontrachet-blog · 5 years ago

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Welcome to #thebourbonleague both myself and @the_brothers_bourbon have been working behind the scenes to take our passions and ideas to the next level. We don’t know where we are going but it’s sure to be one hell of a ride. Taking preorders for glencairns $20 each shipped conus. PayPal [email protected] Venmo @pappyvanmontrachet. The circle logo will be on the Glencairns!!! . . . 🦄🥜🥃. . . . #bourbon #whiskey #whisky #scotch #beer #singlemalt #craftbeer #photooftheday #photography #rye #cocktails #wine #kentucky #bar #gin #craftbeer #whiskyporn #scotchwhisky #drinks #drinklocal #cigar #bourbonporn #cocktail #food #instawhisky #bourbonwhiskey #whiskeyporn #arte #kentuckybourbon (at United States) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz0dC-PHcqg/?igshid=uu31hvvizebf

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pinkguacamole · 8 years ago

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Choose Your Own Adventure: The Garden Route, South Africa

Another Wrong-Side-of-the-Road-Trip

When I left Afrikaburn, I did not have anything planned. I’d been in the desert for 11 days with no internet. I did not even know when I would be leaving Afrikaburn because the car I’d come in had a bit of a mishap and my friends and I were waiting for a new rental car to arrive. I figured I’d somehow find a place to stay in Capetown when the time was right.

The car arrived late Sunday evening, and on Monday morning, my South African friends Ryan, J, and Monica, and I piled in, sore and dusty, finally leaving the Tankwa Karoo and 11 incredible days behind us.

On our way back to the “default world,” the dusty road soon became majestic rocky mountains and cell phone reception eventually returned. We ate a gluttonous meal at a very racist restaurant called Spurs. (The theme is Native American -WTF? It is a chain all over South Africa). We just wanted warm food and cold drinks desperately. During the meal, one of my friends, Monica, talked to her dad who has a house in the beach town of Hermanus and he invited us to come to his home and decompress!

All of us were euphoric to accept the offer. A nice house! With warm showers! A home cooked meal! A beautiful beach town! It was exactly what we needed.

When we arrived at Monica’s family home, we all took time to clean up and relax. Her father loved Jazz and played standards from his iPad all night, urging me to sing along. We ate a traditional South African Braai- a barbecue of many meats and thankfully many vegetarian options as well. After a night of singing and the color coming back to our chalky cheeks, we all had a nice, hard sleep.

The next day I did laundry using the family’s washer and dryer (it’s the small victories!) and then Monica’s father drove us around Hermanus, showing us the gorgeous beach scenes from down below, and up above on one of the rocky mountains. It was a perfect day.

That afternoon, my South African friends had to leave to fly back to Johannesburg and I needed to find a place to stay in Capetown. As I was researching where to go, my Canadian friend Sam, whom I spent a lot of time hanging out with at Afrikaburn, messaged me and asked if I wanted to join her and her friend Josh on a road trip on the Garden Route for a few days. I said I couldn’t be back in Capetown in time. She asked where I was and it turns out Hermanus was on the way! So once my South African friends departed, I waited by the beach for my Canadian friends to scoop me up. Talk about serendipity!

That evening our team of North Americans drove to a quiet beach town near Agulhas National Park where the Southern-Most tip of Africa is located. We stayed at a sweet Airbnb and attempted to cook canned-food in the microwave. Not too bad.

The next morning, we walked through Agulhas National Park, along the coast. The pebbled-shore was glowing nicely in the morning light. There was a lighthouse looking out over the point and it shone brightly against a misty view. We found the southern-most tip of Africa and the accompanying landmark, climbed on the rocks, and took some photos.

Then we drove for a really long time. We saw some elephants along the road at one point! We listened to music that was popular before 2011, because Josh’s phone deleted everything current. There was some One Direction in the mix. It was your typical road trip music…

By late afternoon we made it to Wilderness, South Africa. Yes, that is the name of the town. It wasn’t as abandoned as it sounds, but it was surrounded by gorgeous beaches and dense forest. The afternoon was foggy and we frolicked on the cold and misty beach. It looked so much like my foggy coastal Californian home; it almost made me homesick.

That evening when we went out for dinner, we met a cool South African guy who was looking to move to Canada. My Canadian friends gave him all the tips he needed and he in turn told us all about Wilderness.

The next day we entered Garden Route National park. We rented some kayaks and paddled down the Touwsrivier to the waterfall at the end of Giant King Fisher Trail. I was double kayaking with Sam and as we were mostly in-sync, she encouraged me to sing Pocahontas songs while we rolled through the morning haze. My life has pretty much become the musical I always hoped it would be. No complaints.

We hiked through the damp forest at the end of the river and climbed to the waterfall. Everything was beautiful. And everything still reminded me of California. This all looked like Pescadero State Park where I spent my childhood at Girl Scout Camp.

After we made it back to our starting point and returned the kayaks, we stopped in town for a nice meal and to see our South African friend again. Then we drove off, back west towards the Cape of Good Hope. We continued to gawk at the views along the way. It was sunny now and the beach had a whole new persona. On the way, we had passed through Mitchell’s Plain, which is apparently one of the most dangerous townships in South Africa. It was dark and a bit eerie, but we were fine.

That evening we arrived in a small town called Glencairn. The name sounds Scottish and the town resembled a northern Scottish fishing village. We were staying at an old hotel that was apparently haunted. Despite the ghosts, it was well-priced and a clean, spacious retreat. There was live music at the bar one night and the guy who ran the place took a special interest in us because we were from out of town. He gave us free drinks as he tried to discuss Donald Trump and America with me. I was so burnt out of this damn conversation and my Canadian friends did a great job defending me. It was bleh. But hey, free drinks…

On our second to last day of the trip we took it slow. We had a leisurely breakfast at a local cafe and then drove a few minutes into Simon’s Town to see… PENGUINS at Boulders Beach. The penguins were so cute and silly as they waddled around, posing for zillions of photos as hoards of tourists packed along the beach with selfie sticks and DSLRs.

After we got our fill of adorableness, we continued down the coast to The Cape of Good Hope in Table Mountain National Park. After paying another entrance fee, we drove to the Cape as the weather turned windy and rainy.

At the Cape, we climbed up on some cliffs but the rocks were slippery and the wind was insane. Then we went back to the bottom to wait as buses of tourists funneled out of the area so we could get a photo with the “Cape of Good Hope” sign. All the important things.

Then Josh and Sam took a tram up into the mist for some more views as I sat on the edge of the world with some pizza. I was craving melted cheese. So were some of the birds nearby. Not once, but twice, did two birds flap by and grab some pizza right out of my hand. They are pros. I felt like the fat guy from Lilo and Stitch who is always dropping his ice cream. Let’s be real, I am that fat guy.

Once we left the bottom of the world, we stopped in Simon’s Town for a sweet cafe meal and then drove to Long Beach Kommetjie. This was a little beach town covered in white cottages. The beach was spectacular, resting under the glorious mountains of Chapman’s Peak. By this point, we were all becoming over stimulated by the ridiculous amount of INCREDIBLE scenery we had seen in the past few days. We were surrounded by “neature” as the Canadians say. We hopped around taking photos. We were joined for a while by two cute little terrier dogs running on the beach. They were so excited and it was hard to not feel my heart exploding. We left the beach in a satisfied daze.

The next morning we were to return to Capetown, via the Chapman’s Peak road. And my goodness, the views just got prettier from there. The mountains epically sloped into the ocean as a layer of mist hugged each peak. I have hundreds of photos; it was impossible to select 10 for this post. We stopped the car every few feet to take more photos and drink in the majesty. It was absurd.

We ended our trip with a charming breakfast and Mimosa Toast next to Hout’s Bay.

That afternoon, I split with the Canadians and moved into a hostel in Capetown in an attempt to process my fantastic and fast-paced month in South Africa and prepare for my travels in Namibia and onward. I organized some photos and ran some errands. I even explored a bit. Luckily I had a hostel dorm all to myself! My solitude didn’t last long, though. Two of my brothers from Peace Corps Madagascar were in Capetown and I went out with them a few times, then on my last day in South Africa, I met an American girl and we visited Table Mountain, one of the prime attractions in Capetown. We took a tram to the top of the windy mountain and spent an hour walking around the top doing my new standard activity of “gawking at grandiose views.”

Once we’d thoroughly appreciated the glory of Table Mountain and the view of rocky hills, the sea, and the city below, we decided to walk back down. The path was steep and long and rocky, and I was in flip flops… but I am a” super human” -according to many people we passed along the way- (I would have just gone with “stupid and under-prepared…”) But I made it down without any issues!

After some more chill time with some friends, old and new, I packed up my bag to head into the next leg of my trip: Namibia.

My time in South Africa was nothing short of phenomenal. I was completely surrounded by amazing people and scenery every step of the way. It was the perfect “choose your own adventure story” but I learned that I could literally not make any wrong moves in South Africa. Everywhere I went was breath-taking and fantastic.

Oddly enough though, I felt like I was in a bubble. Traveling in rental cars for days at a time is not how I normally travel. I saw a lot but I felt like I was on “vacation” and I could feel my wallet groaning. I am happy to be on my own, out of South Africa, so I can travel more simply -by taking public transportation and camping and meeting locals along the way.

South Africa has left me feeling revitalized and so excited for the adventures to come. I am feeling completely free and completely in my element. Thank you SA and thank you to all of my wonderful friends that I spent the last month exploring with!

#travel #southafrica #garden route #nature #scenery #road trip #adventures #neature #travelafrica

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boozedancing · 8 years ago

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AK: Hey, G-LO, you’re an experimental sort, ain’t ya?

G-LO: Depends on the subject. Sometimes I’m a creature of habit. Sometimes I like to get jiggy with it.

AK: OK, Mr. Jiggy, we’re gonna go where many have never gone.

G-LO: Ohhhh! The final frontier? One of those new planets?

AK: Very close, Captain Jiggy. We are going to the future… Sort of.

G-LO: Do we need roads? Maps? Binoculars?

AK: Only glasses, Mi Amigo. Glencairn glasses, which are better than roads. No tolls or potholes.

G-LO: Beautiful! Sign me up! So where we going?

AK: Well, it’s the future in a very interesting way. Wouldn’t it be great if you went to work on Monday morning and when you got there, it was Friday?

G-LO: That would be spectacular! And a bit disorienting.

AK: Nah! You’re tough. Well, let’s bring this back to something that we love way more than work. Whisky!

G-LO: Ahhhh! Now we’re speaking in similar tongues. What are we drinking?

AK: Remember our friends at Lost Spirits? Well, we’re going to dive into the “future” with their new Abomination whisky.

G-LO: Hey now! If anyone’s an abomination around here, it’s you, Pal!

AK: Guilty as charged. But this is a far better evil creation since it’s our favorite beverage. Remember we’re going to the future. And our friends Bryan and Joanne have got something really cooked up here.

G-LO: Bryan Davis is the Voodoo High Priest of all things beautiful and distilled! Is this one of those rapid aging things he does?

AK: Indeed it is. Abomination is the first whisky he’s made using his rapid-aging technology gizmo, THEA. Throw the spirit in and – BOOM! – a few hours later you have Abomination that’s supposed to be aged like it’s been in a barrel for years! The future is now! Nutty, huh? The spirit goes to work on Monday and the next thing it knows, it’s Friday Friday, Gotta get down on Friday, Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend!

G-LO: Insanity, Rebecca! And if it’s as good as that Santeria Rum we had, then we’re gonna have some good old fashioned whisky fun tonight!

AK: Yep! Abomination is the name of the whisky line though the label says “malt”. It’s whisky in my book. But I’m not much of a reader.

G-LO: I’m with ya. If it looks like whisky, and it tastes like whisky, then it’s whisky in my book too! Though I guess there are a few regulatory bodies that would say otherwise. Screw those guys!

AK: I’m anti-The Man so I’m right there with you! Now aside from the fast aging science-y stuff. These first batches from Lost Spirits have another interesting quirk: The spirit comes from an undisclosed distillery… in Scotland…on…Islay! No clue which distillery supplied the spirit, but we can narrow it down to eight guesses. We know all about Undisclosed distilleries, don’t we?

G-LO: The plot thickens! So we’ve got new make Islay spirit that travels all the way to Cali, then goes through some monolithic rapid aging machine and then comes out looking like a very mature looking Islay whisky. That’s a helluva concept! It’s practically Weird Science! Cue the Thomas Dolby!

AK: You’ve blinded me with whisky! But there’s more…

G-LO: Do tell, Maestro! I’m all ears.

AK: That malt is heavy peated. Now you can say BOOM!

G-LO: BOOM!

AK: Well said. There are two expressions of The Abomination. Let’s dig into the first one, uniquely named “The Crying of the Puma”.

G-LO: And all this time I thought only doves cried. Pouring. (glug glug glug…)

AK: Doves really cry on The Island of Dr. Moreau, and that’s where the name of the expression came from. Apparently Mr. Davis is a fanboy of that classic book and he’s naming the whiskies in the Abomination line after chapters in the book.

G-LO: Fascinating! Never read the book. Never saw the original movie. Never saw the remake. Never saw Cats either.

AK: Let’s just say, you’d make a great Panda/St. Bernard. Care to put that schnoz to work?

G-LO: Certainly! We’re not gonna talk about the appearance. Cause then we’ll get all sad when we dare speak her name. Again.

AK: Correct. No names! I love inside blogger references, by the way.

G-LO: It sure does smell like whisky!

AK: Indeed it does. And whiffy of peaty. Licorice and a bit maritime-y. Dirty old leather. The smell, not you.

G-LO: Absolutely! But not overpoweringly so. It’s subtly peaty.

AK: Smoked leather! There’s a bite in that aroma.

G-LO: Gingerbread cookies! Getting some baked apple and cinnamon too.

AK: No thanks, I had dessert. Oh, the smell! Yes, I get that too. I love the color. I want shoes that rich color.

G-LO: I own shoes this color. The whisky is cheaper.

AK: Big spender.

G-LO: Well, when you only buy shoes every 5 years, ya gotta make sure they’re gonna last!

AK: You’re a pro’s pro. Very economical!

G-LO: You get what you pay for. Your label says they “aged” this using toasted riesling staves. Getting some raisins too.

AK: According to Bryan, the “Puma” uses toasted staves from the riesling barrel made of American oak.

G-LO: I love toast! Rye. Extra butter. Now I smell caraway seeds.

AK: Hey, me too! Lost Spirits buys specific ends of staves from a undisclosed cooperage. They are cut into neat little squarish things that get put into the magic aging machine. Let’s call them Stave Ends or Stave Cubes. The staves are from the same wood recipe so there’s consistency in the batch. Who knew you could buy that?! The barrel maker normally throws away the ends after they’re cut off to make the staves the right length.

G-LO: I’ll buy almost anything if the price is right! How do you know this, Mr. Wizard?

AK: Funny you should ask, Funny Man. The Rocket Scientist wife and I got a behind-the-scenes tour of the new Lost Spirits distillery in the Arts District of Los Angeles. The public opening is coming soon. Fascinating place! Like no distillery I’ve ever been to.

G-LO: No doubt! Bryan is a mad man in a very awesomely spectacular way! Thanks to you, I’ve been able to try mucho from Lost Spirits. Shall we taste?

AK: Uh, I might have already. So, sure!

G-LO: Mmmmmm….

AK: Oh, by the way…it’s 54%. Easy there, fella.

G-LO: Lightly oily and surprisingly smooth for 54% ABV! I really hate the “smooth” expression when talking about whisky, but it applies here. It’s like liquid silk.

AK: Wow. Rich and oily. And sweet!

G-LO: But not too sweet! And there’s peat. But not too much peat. Balanced? Absolutely!

AK: I get way more of the peat on the nose now. It’s about 45 ppm but your mileage may vary. I love the young, peated whiskies. Call me nuts but sweet and smokey is right in my wheelhouse.

G-LO: WOW! This stuff coats your mouth with flavor. It’s quite dry too.

AK: There’s a flavor there that I can’t place…

G-LO: Give me a hint.

AK: Uh, bigger than a bread box but smaller than Louie Anderson. Maybe cinnamon. Maybe barbecue sauce.

G-LO: Hmmm. Cardamom? NUTMEG!

AK: Definitely Cardamom, Mon.

G-LO: Maybe some candied ginger too. This is dangerous. I can drink the entire sample in one sitting.

AK: What’s interesting is that it has that Lost Spirits “funk” that was so omnipresent in the whiskies they made and barrel aged, pre-THEA. How is that possible?

G-LO: Totally agree! Like in Ouroboros or those crazy Navy Rums.

AK: The spirit is from Islay and the aging is from a machine. I no get. But the funk is there. (Scratches head. Drinks more.)

G-LO: It’s an awesome funk! Like Super Funkadelic Funkity Funk Funk!

AK: I like the finish. Think this thing is getting peatier for me. It Ard-begs for another pour.

G-LO: The finish lingers for a looooooong time!

AK: Crazy long actually.

G-LO: Geez. We’re gonna need an intermission before Act 2. Got water in the Southland?

AK: We do now. #AlmostDroughtFree. It is really easy drinking, isn’t it? I gotta tell you, that new space Lost Spirits has carved out is crazy. I need to go back after they officially open.

G-LO: I may need to fly out again for a visit! And yes. SUPER easy drinking!

AK: It’s a wacky combination of the Jungle Cruise and Pirates of the Caribbean rides.

G-LO: Well that sounds fun! They make Tiki drinks?

AK: Apparently Bryan designed amusement parks in a former life. And the new Lost Spirits home is another wacky creation of his with amusement park-ness minus the churros.

G-LO: Really? He gets crazier by the minute. Love it!

AK: No tiki drinks yet but there’s a rum bar that is something right out of Polynesia…

G-LO: Polynesia! They serve Pupu platters?

AK: No pupu, Papa. Then you take a few steps up to wooden landing that’s in a jungle and you get on a boat… Did I mention that we’re in an old warehouse with no windows?

G-LO: Ummm. I’m in my family room. How much have you been drinking? Though if you’re alone in a family room, is it really a family room?

AK: Sometimes I wonder myself. Seriously, you step off the landing that is in this indoor jungle and get on a boat. Think: raft from Adventureland to Tom Sawyer’s Island at Disneyland without the little kid who is about to fall overboard because his parents are too busy inventorying all the pins they’ve bought in the last three days. But I digress. The Lost Spirits boat is on a “river” of water. Did I mention that this place is in a warehouse? Am I making any sense?

G-LO: You did, Rabbit. You did. And, no, you’re not.

AK: …and then Bryan captains the boat “upriver”. This boat can easily fit 10 people. The water in the river is used in for the condenser for the stills when they start distilling there.

G-LO: Madness abounds in the land of Lost Spirits! Definitely sounds like my kind of Magic Kingdom. But does he have a DiVine?

AK: BoozeLand! Once you get up river and disembark, you’re at the mash tun. Then you walk a circuitous route through the jungle by the fermenting tanks and right up to the stills that look like dragons. Bryan likes dragons.

G-LO: That sounds wild! Very Game of Thrones.

AK: Then you walk through two big doors that were probably stolen from a castle and you are in THEAland, or as Bryan calls it, “our barrelhouse”. But of course, there are no barrels because HE DOESN’T NEED ANY!

G-LO: So right from THEA to the bottling line?

AK: Right! Now after you check out the THEA reactors which are the about the size of Coke machine you head back from whence you came and it’s back to the boat. Cuz you have to go back downstream, right?

G-LO: You know, now I’m thinking Apocalypse Now. The Horror. The Horror. Did you find Kurtz?

AK: I heard shrieks but didn’t investigate. I forgot my machete. There’s another stop along the way: The Whisky Room. This room faces out to the jungle and the decor is early Captain Jack with feng shui courtesy of The Addams Family. There’s a long dark wood table surrounded on three sides with antique looking furniture. Bryan says this is where he’ll do tasting events. But this is a techie jungle Whisky Room; we need more of these, by the way. A huge screen comes down from the jungle sky and Bryan leads us through a fascinating presentation on the science of whisky and flavor. Bring a periodic table if you come out. You’ll need it. The Rocket Scientist followed along easily. I just wanted another shot of Abomination.

G-LO: Captain Jack may not get you high tonight, but he might get you drunk! I want more Abomination too!

AK: Let’s jump into the other expression, “The Sayers of the Law”.

G-LO: Let’s! Similar color. Don’t say her name!

AK: She will remain unspoken. Now when I got these bottles, being the idiot I am, I couldn’t figure out the difference. The labeling is exactly the same except one is black and one is red. Pinhead me didn’t see the expression name vertically off to the side. Luckily, Bryan pointed out the names and the differences.

G-LO: So they’re both aged with riesling staves, but one set of staves is toasted while the other is charred.

AK: Correct, Professor! Same heavily peated Islay malt. Different stave cubes used in the reactor. Less peat on the nose for the “Sayers”.

G-LO: More vapory though for whatever reason. I love it when distillers play around like this, i.e. messing with one component to get different results.

AK: Yep. Fascinating how things are so different. Definitely more vapory.

G-LO: I know I’ve said this before, but I want Chip Tate and Bryan Davis to make something together. And to get even nuttier, let’s throw Dr. Bill into the mix!

AK: The Evil Doctors of Whisky!

G-LO: Totally! Lords of the Spirit World!

AK: I’m getting a little cumin.

G-LO: This doesn’t smell as sweet.

AK: Nope. Not a whole lot of aroma.

G-LO: Getting some fennel and peat.

AK: I might drop a bit of water in on a second go with this one.

G-LO: Just caught a note I can’t place. Mesquite perhaps? Like in Brimstone. Burnt sugar too. Like when you leave BBQ sauce coated chicken on the grill to long.

AK: Hmmm. I’m not getting much of anything. Definitely no smoke. But, again, you’re a pro.

G-LO: Nah. I’m using my imagination.

AK: You’ll do well in college. Shall we partake?

G-LO: Or maybe I’m just hungry? Partaking…

AK: Mmmm..food. Love that deep rich….color.

G-LO: Scarlett! Not that other vixen. Once again, it’s lightly oily. A bit hotter though.

AK: Yep. Bit hotter but still 54%. Oddly less smokey to me.

G-LO: Yep. Still totally drinkable sans agua. There’s a little bitterness in the finish. Not bad bitter. More like Fernet bitter.

AK: I get that bitterness too. Second taste is much sweeter. Not nearly as much as the “Puma”. More astringent. Cloves, burned cloves actually.

G-LO: I’m getting that too! I think I like the Puma a bit better. This is still quite good, but not as well balanced as the Puma.

AK: The smell is different now. I’m getting the “funk” now.

G-LO: George Clinton! Or is this more Bootsy Collins?

AK: I agree, P-Funk. Puma feels more complete.

G-LO: Yep. Though to tell you the truth, the second taste was better than the first.

AK: I’m going to get a bit Bill Nye-y here and add a bit of that two hydrogen atoms/one oxygen atom combo and see what happens.

G-LO: It improves as you drink more of it. Or maybe I’m just getting tipsy? Then again, how can you tell the difference? This is me we’re talking about after all.

AK: Always talking about you. So narcissistic.

G-LO: What’s your point?

AK: Wow. Way more licorice on the nose with the added water. Maybe even those elegant band-aid notes too.

G-LO: Band Aid brand or Curad?

AK: I’m a generic shopper. More CVS brand than Target. Smells “hotter” too. This thing changed with water. And wayyyy more sweeter. Different dram all together.

G-LO: Opens it up a bit?

AK: More than a bit.

G-LO: Releases the oils perhaps?

AK: Chewier too which doesn’t make sense either.

G-LO: Kinda like when you splash water on your face after the Hai Karate dissipates. Brings the aromas back to the surface.

AK: That’ll get you all the hot babes!

G-LO: I’m getting some sweetness now in the nose.

AK: Did you add agua, Mi Amigo?

G-LO: Si! With my handy dandy Jewbilee dropper.

AK: Fancy!

G-LO: That’s Mr. Fancy to you, Buckaroo! Definitely hotter tasting too! Like a chile pepper and cinnamon red hot. Though not overwhelming.

AK: Speaking of Jewbilee, Bryan told me that a certain Jewbilee organizer told him that Abomination tasted like it could have been a 15 year old whisky. He was only off by… 15 years.

G-LO: The Scot or the Other Guy?

AK: No comment. Wait, there’s two guys?

G-LO: Maybe the other Other Guy???

AK: There’s always an other guy.

G-LO: Do we need another guy?

AK: Guys we got. We need gals! I can defiantly say that these are not young tasting. And I guess that’s the whole point, isn’t it?

G-LO: Agreed! Kinda have a Bowmore Devil’s Cask vibe. Could it be Bowmore spirit?

AK: Ooh, interesting comparison! I was thinking Caol Ila but who the heck knows and Bryan won’t say. Still like Puma more than Sayers, but Sayers got better with water. Bryan says that the LA spot will be a rum distillery initially. Right now, any distilling going on is happening up at their original location in Salinas, CA. LA won’t be operational for distilling until the federal permits come through. You know how the government is? But when they get the official go-ahead, it’s full speed ahead up and down their river.

G-LO: Oh, don’t tell me about the governmental pencil-pushers! I absolutely concur on the Sayer with water! Puma has a better balance. More nuanced. Ain’t I fancy?

AK: You know all the big words.

G-LO: Not big, but definitely fancy. Sounds French. I can go for a baguette or a croissant. But not a croissandwich. THAT’s a real abomination.

AK: Sayers might be really good for cocktails. I like that you like food.

G-LO: Thanks! You’re cute too, Doc.

AK: Evil Abomination combinations, which is really hard to say.

G-LO: Tongue twister! Next you’re gonna ask me to make like Audrey Horne and knot a Maraschino cherry stem.

AK: You’re my kind of date! Care to guess on the name of the next expression? Pick one of these…

I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE “LADY VAIN”

II. THE MAN WHO WAS GOING NOWHERE

III. THE STRANGE FACE

IV. AT THE SCHOONER’S RAIL

V. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO

VI. THE EVIL-LOOKING BOATMEN

VII. THE LOCKED DOOR

VIII. THE CRYING OF THE PUMA

IX. THE THING IN THE FOREST

X. THE CRYING OF THE MAN

XI. THE HUNTING OF THE MAN

XII. THE SAYERS OF THE LAW

XIII. THE PARLEY

XIV. DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS

XV. CONCERNING THE BEAST FOLK

XVI. HOW THE BEAST FOLK TASTE BLOOD

XVII. A CATASTROPHE

XVIII. THE FINDING OF MOREAU

XIX. MONTGOMERY’S BANK HOLIDAY

XX. ALONE WITH THE BEAST FOLK

XXI. THE REVERSION OF THE BEAST FOLK

XXII. THE MAN ALONE

G-LO: Geez… Insanity abounds!

AK: I want Abomination “A Catastrophe”!

G-LO: I really like “Catastrophe” on Amazon Prime. Sharon Horgan is brilliant!

AK: Brilliant show! A good drinking show! Rob Delaney is hilarious. The final frontier for Carrie Fisher too.

G-LO: Oops. For a second there I thought this was a pop culture podcast.

AK: It’s not?

G-LO: It is? IT IS! If we want it to be.

AK: I’m very confused. Isn’t this Bill Simmons’ podcast? Boy, did I make a wrong turn at iTunes.

G-LO: The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

AK: In the opposite direction. A flute with no holes is not a flute. A donut with no hole is a Danish.

G-LO: Truth.

AK: Na-Na-Na-Na-Na….

G-LO: Parting thoughts? Word association! Bryan Davis?

AK: Nuts/Creative! Puma?

G-LO: Delicious! Balanced! THEA?

AK: Futuristic. Sayers?

G-LO: Restrained.

AK: Better with water.

G-LO: Agreed

AK: Lost Spirits?

G-LO: Genius!

AK: That will be $90. Should we bill your insurance company?

G-LO: Yes. I got the good plan. IBX Personal Choice. No referrals. Add on an MRI and a colonoscopy while you’re at it.

AK: I like a bonus procedure! I like the Abominations too. And it’s hard not to like the inventiveness of Lost Spirits and the playground that’s their new home in Los Angeles. Get off your butt and come out here so we can get lost in the indoor jungle only to survive on rum and whisky! That’s my kind of episode of Lost and you won’t be disappointed after Season 2.

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