#barrel proof

[aboutbeverages]

Beverage podcasting tonight at 6:30pm est! We've got Matcha Green Tea, Moonraker Brewing Imperial Nitro Stout and a very special rye whiskey. The bottle below is one I've been looking for since I had it a few years ago. Will the past match the present? twitch.tv/aboutbeverages

[maltrunners]

Old Forester Single Barrel Barrel Strength for K&L

Review by: Raygun I think of Old Forester as mostly “solid and available.” Other than OF Birthday Bourbon, of course. That aside, most of their products (1897, 1910, 1920, etc.) can be readily found, at least in my area. And maybe for that reason, don’t get a lot of hype. Enter these barrel proof single barrel picks. Maybe an attempt to create something more sought after. Let’s see if it’s…

[jazzkrebber]

plot twist that the only reason Kaz was able to recognize Sturmhond as Nikolai was because Kaz based his entire reputation on him and is secretly a huge fanboy

[orbch]

if this asides video has any AND I MEAN ANY. reference to lock shock and barrel. there will be a gun to my head and i will have died. ill keep yall posted

[ikaikaaaron]

Aging Room Quattro Nicaragua

Vibrato 6 x 54

Notes of earth, cedar, pepper, and cocoa 

Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Imperial Milk Stout 12% ABV

Knob Creek RESERVE SINGLE BARREL 120 proof

[abitchyturtle]

Lily: ' If I actually molested Courtney, she would have proof. She doesn't, so she's lying. '

Okay Lily, then where is your 'proof' that Courtney, Lizzy and everyone else you have accused of SA-ing you? Hm?

If you think rape victims are just lying for attention, then how do we know you're not doing the same thing?

What about all those texts and emails you claim to have from Lizzy but never actually showed?

Or those tweets of your minions, I mean, 'girlfriends' harassing Lizzy on Twitter when she finally decided to come out about your treatment of her after years of being silent while you slandered her and told everyone your fantasies about how you wanted to torture and kill her?

You know, the responses that did nothing to address what was actually in Lizzy's statement, but were just full of making fun of her looks, her art and coming up with new baseless accusations?

The ones where Ginger tried to say she was 'literally there' but showed nothing to 'prove' that she was?

Followed up by you accusing Lizzy of raping you only AFTER she came out with her side of the story? ( Same with Courtney. You would have never tried to turn the tables and accuse her of doing to you all the things she said you did to her if she hadn't spoken up and you know it. )

Or those anons that were supposedly from Lizzy, even though there was no proof or way for anyone to actually know because they sounded generically exactly like every other ' stalker / hater ' anon you clearly send to yourself?

'The rules for thee but not for me' bit you're still trying to pull isn't working for you, Lying Orchard. You should have quit playing these stupid, manipulative games a long time ago.

[leenfiend]

Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[thicc-astronaut]

This is actually what Ancient Astronauts theories are like. People will be like “how did the ancient Egyptians ever possibly make a pyramid so tall?” as if stacking rocks on top of each other is literally impossible with pre-19th-century technology 

Humans didn't make the big ben. Do you really think those dumbass Britains could make a clock that big? Those big gears are way too heavy, how'd they get those up there. No way. It was the beasts

[bourbonroxx]

Blanton's Straight From The Barrel

[aboutbeverages]

Our latest tasting is now up on YouTube! Is this rye whiskey worth the hype? Jack Daniel's Single Barrel Barrel Proof Rye 2023 Review! See you tonight at 6:30pm est for our live podcast on Twitch. We've got a blonde stout & an espresso martini!

[varchasspirit]

Barrel proof rye whiskey is a perfect base for those who enjoy bold, intense cocktails. This article offers five creative cocktail recipes that balance the whiskey’s strong flavor with sweet, bitter, and smoky elements. The collection includes classics like the Barrel Proof Rye Manhattan and experimental drinks like the Rye Whiskey Smash, making it a must-read for anyone wanting to take their whiskey cocktails to the next level.

[goodspiritsnewsat]

GSN Review: Bernheim Barrel Proof Batch B924

Heaven Hill’s latest expression Bernheim Barrel Proof batch (122.6% ABV) is due to arrive in September. It is comprised of a mashbill of 51% wheat, 37% corn, and 12% malted barley, and is a blend of whiskeys aged 7–9 years. Bernheim Barrel Proof is released just twice a year, while Heaven Hill’s Elijah Craig Barrel Proof and Larceny Barrel Proof are available three times a year. The “B” in the…

[evolvedballisticsus]

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[bourbontrend]

Discover the best affordable bourbon brands that combine top-notch quality and taste. From high-rye to port-finished and barrel-proof options, learn which bourbons you can enjoy without breaking the bank. Perfect for bourbon lovers and cocktail enthusiasts alike!

[rinsoap]

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. dom!sylus x female reader. smut, pwp. gun play. degrading. cowgirl position. power trip. hunter - prey-ish? reader gets called ‘sweetie, kitten, sweet girl, slut.’ not proof read !

“careful, sweetie,” sylus’ husky voice rings in your ear. your hand trembles as you hold onto the large hand that’s pointing a gun right at your chest. you’re sweating—not knowing if it’s from fear or excitement.

the scene was a familiar one. you’ve been in this position before - on his lap - with a gun involved. yet this time you’re both so intimately connected; your clothes scattered around the velvet chair, your hips trembling as you ride him. the same man you swore you hated.

“it’s quite funny, no?” sylus inquires, unable to hold back a grunt when you stare at him with such a drunken look in your eyes. you’re drunk on the adrenaline, the barrel of the loaded gun pressed against your flesh. a hint of a smirk tugs at his lips, “how the tables have turned.”

your hips don’t stop moving. you pull them up and push them back down, the back and forth rhythm not to be missed as well. he fills you up too well—his pink tip prodding at your sweet spot with precision. it doesn’t help your case at all. especially when you’re whimpering and moaning about how good it feels.

it’s you who’s supposed to hold that gun up to his chest. that’s how it went last time, but alas. this is your second failed attempt to show your dominance over him, onychinus’ leader.

“it’s also quite pathetic to see you give in so easily to me, kitten,” sylus continues, teasing and belittling you. he presses the barrel right above your heart, his finger right on top of the trigger. your breath hitches and yet you can’t help yourself—your body seeks the pleasure by itself. he scoffs, “so desperate. is it that good? does it feel that good to have me all the way inside you?”

you shiver at his words. you can’t respond when you’re busy moaning the name of the silver haired man. he’s so big, you’re absolutely cock drunk on him. you don’t want to admit it. you refuse to, though the answer to his question is still as clear as day.

“sh-shut up,” you try to retort through a choked up moan. the lewd noises of your wetness swallowing him up to the base repeatedly, with each thrust, echoes through the room. it’s not like sylus can deny the fact that it turns him on to see you like this neither; he’s rock hard.

sylus shakes his head with a low chuckle. “you seem to have forgotten that you don’t have the upper hand right now,” he sighs, the metal of the gun gliding up your skin to your chin, tilting your head back. your eyes widen and your hand squeezes his larger one that held the gun.

he bites back a groan when your sloppy cunt tightens up around him instinctively, “do you need me to remind me of your place, sweetie?”

“or do you simply like putting yourself in harm’s way?” sylus adds, his free hand guiding your hips in a strangely gentle manner, just so his fat cock could hit all the right spots. “either is fine by me. i love to tame disobedient prey like you.”

he leans his head back and his red eyes roam over your body. your skin is glimmering with sweat, the dim light in the room giving it a soft glow. his gaze stops at your bouncing tits for a second before returning to your face.

“i—i just want..” you stammer through whimpers. you can barely think, your thoughts are an absolute mess. you don’t know if you should fear the fact that your life is being played with while you’re in such a compromising position, or if you should just enjoy the addicting sensations the situation brings along.

sylus encourages you to keep on talking by tapping the barrel of his gun beneath your chin again, his right eye faintly glowing a brighter red. you gulp as you bounce on his dick. you know your inner desires and needs have already been exposed to sylus—he probably knows what you need, yet he’ll still make you say it to him directly.

“i just.. need you,” you finally manage to form a proper sentence. you’re unable to take your words back. you don’t care at the moment; you’re focused on chasing that sweet high.

sylus’s long fingers tighten their grip around your hip. he closes his eyes for a second to recompose himself before opening them again. “who knew you’d be such a needy slut,” he mutters underneath his breath, trying to keep calm when you admitted to needing him in such a whiny tone.

“need me, hm?” sylus grins as he finally got you to be vocal about your true needs. “need me to fill you up that bad? to pound you brainless? to have you submit to me while i show this slutty cunt of yours what it’s like to have me fucking it?”

the words fall off his tongue with such ease. the sudden dirty talk and change in tone makes your stomach do flips. his free hand reaches up to tug your hair back harshly while he whispers that in your ear.

“yes, fuck—yes, need it so bad,” you nod mindlessly. you don’t care about anything as you’re riding him. you’re willingly handing your destiny over to sylus—which drives him insane. the thrill of having that power over you makes his finger tremble on the trigger. the power trip is messing with his brain.

his eyes darken for a few seconds while he regains his composure. he can’t wait to flip you over and have his way with you.

sylus grins before kissing your ear and neck, bucking his hips up to hear you mewl from pleasure. he pulls away from your skin to look at you with his signature smirk, teasing you once more, “then, who am i to deny my sweet girl?”