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

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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.

1 Nielsen Census x AOC + Liquor + C Store + Military, Calendar Year 7.22.2023-7.28.20

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Taste Test

Rick gives Michonne a private tour...

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The heels of Michonne’s shoes clicked hollowly on the cement floors as she walked leisurely between the rows of barrels. Rick did his best to keep his eyes somewhere appropriate and not on the way that the fabric of her pencil skirt was stretched tight around her waist and thighs. He only succeeded in taking in the shape and length of her legs before he decided there was no part of her he could look upon without feeling that strange sensation of butterflies in his stomach.

“This is impressive,” She turned, looking over her shoulder at him. The crimson shade of her lipstick made her teeth look brilliantly white. “I didn’t realize it was so...involved.”

“That’s because you ain’t from here,” Rick couldn’t resist the urge to tease, not when she made it so easy. “You’re probably used to fancy cocktails, IPAs…”

She laughed, the sound gathering between them like a secret before splashing out into the cellar. “I’m more of a wine woman, actually.”

“Thought you might be,” Rick grinned. “Whisky can be just as fancy. In fact, some of this here is worth a helluva lot more than a little bottle of wine.”

“Really?”

“Really. Bottle of Old Pappy goes for 5 grand if you know where to sell it.”

“And do you?” Her long locs slapped at her back as she tilted her head at him.

“That ain’t my job,” he answered. “I work in here, making the stuff. Selling’s for the folks in suits.”

She made a low hum in her throat, her eyes darting towards the rows. For a moment, Rick wondered if she knew, wondered how much Aaron had disclosed. Rick hadn’t lied to her, not technically. Still, that technicality was like a stone in the base of his shoe, digging in deeper and deeper the more he was around her. She was whisky in human form, sophisticated and alluring. “Well,” she laid one hand on the aged-wooden barrel. “Selling isn’t too hard. Making the stuff…” She caught his eye. “That seems tough.”

She was flattering him and Rick didn’t mind in the slightest. “Interested in learning?” He offered, walking closer to her. He looked underdressed compared to her, but even in his jeans and cotton Henley, he couldn’t help but feel they matched.

“Why did you think I came?” she laughed again, stepping towards him.

“I was kinda hoping it was to see me,” the words were out before Rick could stop them.

Michonne’s dark eyes widened for a beat, but quickly creased in a smile. “Maybe I did,” she admitted.

“Well then, who am I to disappoint a lady?” Rick offered his arm. Her laughter escalated. Her hand was warm as she took his elbow, joining him at his side.

“Alright, Rick Grimes,” the sound of his name in her mouth was enough to send his stomach swimming again. “Tell me what you know.”

He led her through the distillery, picking his way through the most important places. “We triple distil in these here,” he reached out his free hand, drumming his fingers along the smooth copper surfaces. “You gotta have patience to make good whisky. This ain’t beer, or even your wine. You rush it, it’s done.”

“I thought you made bourbon,” Michonne squeezed his arm as they maneuvered around the tight space.

“Bourbon is whisky,” Rick chuckled. “But all whisky ain’t bourbon.”

“So it’s...fancy whisky?” She grinned at the look on his face.

“Only place that makes bourbon is the United States. And the best bourbon gets made up here in Kentucky.”

“I thought your people were from Georgia.”

“That’s why my parents moved. Wasn’t a lot of work in Kings County, but there’s always work up here. Selling, brewing, packaging, moving... Both of them used to work here.” Rick looked around, pointing towards the store room. “Some of them barrels in there probably got my mama and pop’s fingerprints on them.”

“It’s in your blood.” Her smile warmed him to the tips of his toes. Rick straightened up a bit, eager to share more.

“It’s in the water out here. It’s why the bourbon is so good. Ain’t just that. There’s rye, scotch, Irish…”

“I didn’t know any of this. Figured whisky was for rednecks.” Michonne paused a beat. “No offense.”

Rick laughed. “Whisky makes a lot of southerners into rednecks, no doubt. But some of the bougie folks love a good bourbon.”

“Might have to try it one day,” she mused, her eyes on the drums.

“Then you’re in luck, Michonne.” Rick grinned. “That I can help you with.”

The tasting room was empty, locked up tight for the night. Michonne held onto his arm as Rick flicked on a light, illuminating the corner they were in. He guided her to a barstool, leaving her for a moment while he dug out two glasses. He set them on the bar, pausing only to grapple for a lighter for the candle in between.

“Fancy,” Michonne observed. She leaned forward, cradling her chin in her hand as she watched him work.

“Want to give you the full experience.” He winked and was rewarded with another giggle. There was a definite flush to her smooth dark cheeks. Rick lifted out the open bottles, lining them up for her inspection. “We’ve got a bourbon, a rye, an irish, and a scotch.” He tapped each, listening to the faint musical ring of the glass.

Michonne examined each one. “Didn’t realize I was going to be getting drunk,” she teased.

“You’re only getting a taste,” he promised her. “Can’t have any friend of mine out here not knowing the difference between good whisky. And if you’re going to be out here rubbing elbows with these big wigs, you better know the basics.”

“Very considerate of you.”

“I’m a considerate kind of man.” He took the first bottle, opening it and handing it to her. “This is rye. It ain’t as sweet as some of the others.”

Michonne leaned in, wrinkling her nose. “Smells spicy.”

“You ain’t the only one who thinks so.” Rick took the bottle back, pouring a bit into the bottom of the two empty glasses. “Really should have this over ice…”

“Next time,” Michonne gingerly received her glass, lifting it towards him. “Cheers.” He saluted her, leaning in for a sip. He’d just managed to swallow when Michonne choked around her mouthful, setting him laughing. “Whew,” she exhaled. “I don’t think this is going to make me quit wine.”

“I’ve got three more chances,” Rick reminded her. He reached beneath the bar for a bottle of water. “Rinse that taste out while I tell you about the Irish.”

“Yes sir,” Michonne busied herself with prying the lid open. Rick ignored the clench in his stomach at that, looking away from her lips and back to the bottle.

“Irish might be a little easier to stomach. Hint of spice, little bit of sweetness. I like it in an Old Fashioned.” He poured them both a measure.

“It is better,” Michonne pursed her lips, managing to get it all down without incident. “I think I’ve had this before.”

“Be surprised if you hadn’t,” he grinned. “It ain’t bad, but it’s nothing special, not in these parts. Now scotch--”

“That’s for old men,” Michonne interrupted.

“And hipsters,” Rick confirmed. “They might be onto something though.” He poured some out. ��This time, you tell me what you taste. Pretend it’s wine.”

Michonne swirled it around the glass, making a show of sniffing and spinning it in her hand. Rick watched as she took a curious inhale. “There’s something fruity. Maybe citrus…” she paused, licking at her lips. “But it’s a little smoky too. It’d go nice with chocolate.”

“Look at that,” Rick took a pull of his own. “Looks like you know about whisky afterall.”

She beamed at him. “Which one is your favorite?”

“This one,” Rick nudged the last bottle.

“The bourbon?”

“Uh-huh. This is the year we moved out here, my family. Been aging all that time.”

“God, so it’s ancient,” Michonne pulled a face, but could only hold it so long when Rick scowled at her. “I’m joking. You aren’t that old.”

“Har-har,” Rick deadpanned. “Remind me to start dyeing my hair.”

“Don’t,” Michonne protested. She reached out, wrapping one of the loose curls at his nape around her finger. “Salt and pepper looks good on you.”

It was his turn to blush. He reached up, catching her hand and holding it against his face. “Want to taste the last one?”

She nodded, swallowing thickly. Rick dolled out to each of them a healthy pour. “Take your time with this one,” he instructed. He crossed around from behind the bar, pulling up a seat next to hers. “This one is meant to be savored.”

“Is that so?” Michonne asked. She turned on the stool, her bare knees bumping against his jean-clad legs.

Rick reached for her seat, pulling it even closer. “That’s so,” he confirmed. “Bourbon is for good conversation, good dinners, and beautiful women.”

She leaned closer, tucking one leg around the back of his. “Smooth,” she complimented, hiding her smile behind her glass.

The bourbon was as sweet as Rick remembered, warm and rich, spreading down his body like wildfire. He could scarcely register the taste as he watched Michonne enjoy hers. She hummed again, a sound of appreciation.

“It’s good,” she told him. “It’s really good.”

Rick sat his glass down, the alcohol forgotten in lieu of cupping her face in one rough palm. She met him, nearly falling off the stool in her haste. Rick caught her, drawing her against him. He pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips were plush, warm, flavored with the taste of Kentucky bourbon. Her hum became an outright moan, her hands clawing for a hold on his forearms. Rick came to his feet, catching her around the waist. She leaned into him, arching her back to press against his wandering hand. She twisted an arm around his neck, pulling him closer still.

The marble bartop dug into the back of Rick’s hand, but he couldn’t care less. Michonne was like putty against him. Her chest was flush to his, her breathless gasps jolting him. In moments, he was blissfully drunker than he’d ever been in his life.

“Think we can blame this on the whisky?” Michonne's question danced off her lips. She threaded her hands in his hair, tugging him closer.

“I hope it ain’t just the whisky,” Rick answered her, giving her ass a tentative squeeze. Her resulting smile made him try again, coaxing a broken moan out of her.

“It’s not,” she assured him. Rick gripped her harder still, acquainting himself with the slope of her curves and the places that made her gasp delightedly. A hundred stories flooded the foggy recesses of his brain, coworkers’ tales of workspace trysts. The tasting room did not have cameras, a convenient reality as Michonne’s skirt began to ride higher on her thighs.

Rick dropped to his knees, careful to kiss her everywhere he could on his descent. He backed her up to brace her against the bar, trailing his thumbs up the silky smooth skin of her calves. “You ok with this, darling?” He glanced up at her, grinning at the way her breath hitched.

“Yes.” Her fingers crept into his hair, pulling.

Rick lifted her leg, settling it over his shoulder. Her skirt bunched unceremoniously around her waist as he looped his fingers into the lace of her panties, easing them down. She stepped out of them with trembling legs, tightening her hold on him. Rick steadied her, looping his arms beneath to get his mouth on her.

“Rick, shit--” his name and the curse word thrilled him. He pulled her closer, doubling down. The unforgiving tile beneath him stung at his knees, but he couldn’t care less. Michonne was moaning his name, legs shaking as he did his best to take her apart. She began to slump against the counter, yanking at his hair. His senses filled with her all at once as she moaned loud enough to echo, trapping him against her. Her hands settled on his shoulders and she went boneless, sliding down to the floor to join him. Rick chuckled, settling her against him, content for the moment to let her catch her breath. He reached up, drawing down a glass of bourbon, and offered her a sip before draining the cup.

“That was better than the whisky,” she laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Good,” he drew her into his lap, balancing her. “I was hoping to make a good impression.”

She rolled her hips shamelessly, laughing at Rick’s answering groan. His hands tightened around her waist, his hips working to press against her. Michonne coaxed Rick’s shirt over his head. He just managed to get it off when she began tugging at his belt, flinging the heavy buckle open. “I have a condom in my purse,” she told him nonchalantly, jerking his zipper down.

Rick grinned, reaching to help her. “You always keep one with you?”

“Only when I’m getting a private tour,” she smiled right back.

She stood, reaching over the bar. The sight of her, still bare beneath the pencil skirt tangled at her waist, made his mind run blank. Heat flooded him and he followed, leaning over her as she fiddled with opening the thin foil package. She arched back into him, pressing her ass against him. He ran his hands over her stomach and under her shirt, cupping her just to hear her moan for him again.

“Rick…” her tone was just shy of begging. He pressed harder, teasing her.

“Got something for me?” He asked.

She only nodded, handing it back as she braced herself on the flat top. Rick shed his jeans, rolling the protection down with shaky hands, eyes locked on the view in front of him. He returned to her as quickly as he was able, grinding against the heat of her. Michonne reached back with one hand, speeding him along his way.

It took everything in his power not to collapse against her as he bottomed out, listening as her groans melded with his. In no time, they found their rhythm, Michonne clinging to the counter for dear life while Rick gripped her hips tight enough to bruise. The bottles on the bar rattled in time, a faint reminder of what had gotten them here in the first place. Michonne’s locs slapped at her back, her skirt riding so high it couldn’t possibly be comfortable. She didn’t seem to mind at all, urging him on.

“Oh god,” her head lulled forward, her legs shaking again. Rick reached one hand around her, determined to send her spiraling at least once more. It didn’t take long until she was tightening around him, screaming his name so loudly that Rick had to wonder if anyone was still around to hear it. She pushed him over the edge, her fingers gripping backwards at his thighs as she rode him until they collapsed against the bar.

Rick laid panting against her, pausing only to press a kiss to the back of her neck. He reached around for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “You ok?”

She laughed, turning her face enough to give him an incredulous look. “Doing great.”

He straightened up reluctantly, helping her put herself to rights. Even with her skirt pulled down and her shirt straightened, Michonne looked distinctly ruffled. If that wasn’t enough, the shit-eating grin on her face would be enough to let any adult with half a brain know that Rick had her ruined panties in his pants pocket.

“If you keep smiling that big, everyone’s going to know,” Michonne read his mind, doing her best to push his hair back into some semblance of normalcy.

“Lucky me.” He buttoned his jeans, shaking out his shirt before pulling it over his head. He bent to kiss her. “Don’t suppose you’d want to get dinner with me,” he suggested.

“Looking like this?” Michonne laughed.

“We can do takeout,” Rick chuckled. “And next time, something fancy.”

“Next time, huh?” Michonne flushed, pleased as punch.

Rick took her hand, reaching over the bar for the bottle of bourbon with the other. “Next time,” he confirmed. “We can even get wine.”

Michonne coaxed the bottle from his hand, her eyes on his. “Whisky’s fine too,” she said.

Rick pulled her under his arm, pressing his forehead against hers. “Glad to hear you say it.”

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What’s better than hearing one of the greatest cantorial voices of all time singing a charming Yiddish song?  TWO of the greatest cantorial voices of all time singing the song as a duet!  Enjoy Cantors Yossele Rosenblatt and Samuel Malavsky speculating about what we’ll do when Moshiach comes.

For the record . . . we’re going to have the biggest blowout feast of all time.  While we dine on wild ox and Leviathan* and drink wine cellared since the beginning of time**, we’ll have quite the entertainment roster.  Moses will teach us Torah, King David will play his harp for us, King Solomon will tell us wise things, and Miriam will dance for us.***  It’s going to be a blast.

I kind of wish I’d heard this song years ago in Yiddish class when we were learning conditionals, and the essay we had to write was “If Moshiach showed up tomorrow, what would you do?”  Not quite as bizarre as the time in second-year Hebrew when I was challenged to explain the Dreyfus Affair in three lines or less, but certainly right up there.  Man, Jewish language classes are wild.  Just like this party for Moshiach is going to be.

*Nuggets?  Tenders?  Kentucky Fried Leviathan with Special Sauce?  The world will never know.

**Given that wine-making is in fact an 8000-year-old tradition, and people still make wine that way today in Georgia, it’s a fair bet that this taste treat will be powerful, ultra-tannic, but worth every single mouth-puckering drop.

***No word on whether she’ll dance while King David plays the harp, but the music at this verse would suggest that Miriam brings her own band.

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Day Nine

It was an early start for our group on tour day nine! After a delicious breakfast at our hotel at Colonial Williamsburg, we loaded up the motor coaches and headed across Virginia to the home of the author of the Declaration of Independence and our nation's third president - Thomas Jefferson's Monticello. We took shuttles up to the top of Jefferson's "little mountain" and with the views from the house and gardens at the top, we could see why he chose this spot on which to build his plantation home. During the house tour, we were able to learn more about Jefferson and the interesting artifacts in his house. From elk antlers from the Lewis & Clark expedition, to his writing desk which duplicated a letter as he wrote it, to his dumb waiter system that brought wine straight up from the cellar to his dining room, it became obvious that the man who occupied this house from the end of his presidency in 1809 until his death in 1826, was one of the most brilliant men of his time (or possibly any time).

After our house tours, we assembled on the steps of the house, overlooking the west lawn where we gave a short concert for visitors. As we were taking pictures after our performance, Thomas Jefferson himself greeted our group, complimented our performance, and asked us if we would be "willing to take the opportunity to have his image rendered in a portrait with our group". It's not very often that you get to take a selfie with our nation's third president (or at least the man who has been portraying him for over three decades), so we were honored to do so.

After pictures with the former president we made our way back down the mountain, stopping at Jefferson's grave in the cemetery where some of his descendants are also buried. Upon reaching the Visitors Center, we enjoyed our boxed lunches at the cafe, spent a few minutes in the gift shop and then headed down the road to drive a portion of the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway.

Stopping at the Humpback Rocks Visitors Center, we met National Park Service Ranger Bill Jones who graciously welcomed us to the center and offered to take us on a private tour of the historic buildings that had been moved to this site in the 1950s when crews were working on the parkway. To thank him for his hospitality, we sang the Appalachian folk tune, Bright Morning Stars (while standing on the steps of an Appalachian cabin) and our tour arrangement of Shenandoah (since the Shenandoah valley was just over the mountain from our location). He was very touched by our selections and plans to add a video of our performance to the National Park Service website soon! After leaving the visitors center, we continued our drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway for about 40 miles, stopping at some of the scenic overlooks along the way to marvel at the incredible views of the mountains & Shenandoah valley and snap a whole lot of pictures. (Kudos to our motor coach drivers, Keith & Sonja, who had to back the buses out of one of the overlooks that didn't have a separate exit!)

After rejoining the interstate and a supper stop along the way, we arrived at our hotel for the evening, tired, but ready to make our way closer to home with a visit to the Bluegrass State of Kentucky on day ten.

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Our NEW label design for West Sixth Brewing!

Kentucky Wild Ale

Aged on KY-Grown Norton Grapes. A super unique and lovely bottle cellared since 2018. It’s tart and woody, with so many wine-like qualities that develop as the bottle moves to room temperature. With wine grapes bringing robust back-end juiciness and the oak-aging giving off complex bright and earthy notes. Below is a note from the head-brewer, Andy, on the life and story of this beer. Pick one up today or this week at a taproom near you! "In the Spring of 2017 this beer began its life as a blonde ale destined for aging in red wine barrels. Brettanomyces was added to each barrel and left to age for 5 months. In early Fall towards the end of the Kentucky wine grape harvest we worked with a local winery to use a portion of their estate grown Norton varietal wine grapes. We crushed and destemmed the grapes together. This grape must was added to individual barrels allowing the beer to re-ferment again in the barrel. In Winter of 2018 the finished beer was racked off the fruit and bottled. We allowed this beer to cellar in bottles since 2018 and are excited to finally release this decadent experiment that truly is a Kentucky Wild Ale.  Serve at 55F, pour gently" 

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La Belle Maison Mansion, Toronto

La Belle Maison Mansion, Toronto, Ontario Luxury Real Estate For Sale, Canadian Building, Architecture Images

La Belle Maison Mansion in Toronto

22 Oct 2021

La Belle Maison Mansion in Toronto For Sale

As Seen In Schitt’s Creek, La Belle Maison Mansion is listed for sale priced at $21.888 million CDN!

Location: Toronto, Canada

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As Seen In Schitt’s Creek – La Belle Maison Mansion For Sale! Critically acclaimed Canadian television series Schitt’s Creek follows the drama of the wealthy Rose family, who are forced to move from their opulent mansion into a rundown motel in Schitt’s Creek, Canada after they are swindled out of their fortune. The fictional small town was named after its founder, Horace Schitt.

A huge television hit, the father-son writing team of Eugene and Dan Levy also played father and son on the series, which received nine Emmy awards during its run, including Outstanding Comedy Series, as well as two Golden Globes, a SAG award, and numerous Canadian Screen Awards.

The 17th-century, French-inspired mansion in Toronto’s St. Andrews-Windfields neighborhood known as “La Belle Maison” provided the setting for the Roses’ lavish lifestyle before their financial ruin. Built in 2012, the elegant European-styled chateau has been listed for sale at $21.888 million CDN.

The fourteen-bed, sixteen-bath, 24,000-square-foot home sits on half an acre of landscaped grounds that include gardens, classical sculptures, bronze-and-stone fountains, a saltwater swimming pool and a heated stone driveway with space for fourteen cars. Nestled behind wrought-iron gates with gold accents and marble pillars, the four-story estate is designed to impress, blending modern luxury with European artisanship. The double-arched entryway opens onto a spectacular tribute to the Sistine Chapel, which serves as the residence’s foyer with domed ceilings, stained glass, intricate motifs, a marble staircase and Michelangelo-inspired frescos.

La Belle Maison’s grand scale doesn’t stop there. Perfect for weddings or large gatherings, a custom-designed banquet hall with patterned marble-and-granite floors, a bold blue-and-gold theme, and a mirror-walled dance floor provides space for up to 150 guests. The formal dining room is a showpiece of its own with a Renaissance-style bas relief, marble floors, and cherubs cavorting across the ceiling frescos. It seats 24, while the expansive stone patio offers plenty of space for lounging poolside.

A professional chef’s kitchen includes the latest in top-of-the-line appliances and opens onto its own private patio. The family room features a large aquarium as well as a custom-carved marble fireplace. An indoor pool, a home theatre with seating for eight, a wine cellar, a billiards room and a four-story elevator are just a few of the amenities included in the sprawling manor. Gold, marble, crystal chandeliers and custom artwork feature throughout, with every room unique. Designer Van Lapoyan spared no expense in creating a timeless masterpiece.

Toronto’s St Andrews-Windfields community is named for the former racehorse farm belonging to philanthropist E.P. Taylor (breeder of Kentucky Derby-winner and super-sire Northern Dancer), which is now the neighborhood’s Windfields Park. Known for its mansions and luxury condos as well as biking and walking trails, St Andrews-Windfields provides a tranquil alternative to the bustle of downtown Toronto while still being close enough to commute. Entertainment options include the Don Valley Golf Club, the Durdy Bayramov Art Foundation Gallery, and the Toronto Botanical Gardens.

The listing is held by Danielle Milstein and Aaron Kirman at Aaron Kirman Group.

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Location: Stackt Market – 28 Bathurst Street, Toronto, ON M5V3W3, Ontario, Canada

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Meet Angel’s Envy’s New Limited-Edition Bourbon Finished In Madeira Casks

Meet Angel’s Envy’s New Limited-Edition Bourbon Finished In Madeira Casks

Angel’s Envy is releasing a new limited-edition whiskey just in time for Father’s Day, a Kentucky Straight Bourbon that has been finished in Madeira casks. The limited-edition whiskey marks the third in the craft distiller’s Cellar Collection. “There’s deep history and craftsmanship involved in the production of Madeira wine, so my sons and I knew we wanted to tap into that to create something…

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Bardstown Bourbon Company releases the latest in their Discovery series, #11. Also, lookout for a collaboration with Carter Cellars.

Press Release

BARDSTOWN, Ky. ... Bardstown Bourbon Company’s modern and transparent approach to whiskey making will be on full display in two new releases hitting shelves October 6.

Bardstown Bourbon Co. Discovery #11 continues the award-winning series that showcases the innovative distiller’s practice of artfully blending rare and exemplary whiskies found around the world to push the envelope of flavor and style. Yet, in a first for the distillery, this edition of the Discovery Series includes a bourbon that was estate-distilled at Bardstown Bourbon Co.

“This is a special milestone in our Discovery Series, as our own estate-distilled whiskey has now matured, which gives us some exciting new blending opportunities,” said Dan Callaway, VP of Product Development for Bardstown Bourbon Co. “So, for Discovery #11, we decided to celebrate in a Kentucky kind of way and chose all Bluegrass-based bourbons to blend with what we estate-distilled.”

Over the years, the Discovery Series has combined whiskies from Kentucky, Tennessee, Indiana, Georgia, and even Ontario, Canada. Discovery #11 is the first time since Discovery #4 the series has featured all Kentucky bourbons.

“We used our bottled-in-bond recipe from the new Origin Series of our estate-distilled bourbon, however we wanted to explore a different take so the whiskey aged its entire life in French oak barrels as opposed to the traditional American oak,” Callaway added. “On their own, these stood as three tremendous bourbons, but some real magic occurred when they came together.”

Discovery #11 offers rainier cherry, butterscotch, brown sugar and roasted peanut on the nose, then a spirited palate of toffee and cinnamon spice, followed by a finish of ripe red fruit and oak. It is presented at 118.1 proof (59.05% ABV) and offered at an SRP of $139.99. Roughly 3,000 9L cases will be available through the Bardstown Bourbon Co. gift shop, at retailers in 24 states and online at Seelbachs.com.

Collaboration with world-class vintner Carter Cellars added as a special release Continuing its Collaborative Series that crosses spirits categories, Bardstown Bourbon Co.’s second new release is a collaboration with Mark and Sherri Carter, and the decorated Napa Valley winemaker Carter Cellars.

For this release, a custom blend of mature bourbon and rye rested in ten Carter Cellars Napa Valley Cabernet barrels for an additional 14 months. The wine barrels were freshly emptied, to impart maximum flavor and they were separated and rotated throughout the rickhouse multiple times, yielding a beautiful balance of indulgent dark fruit and French oak spice.

“Carter Cellars has always shot for excellence in our award-winning wines, and we have a long history of producing 100-point wines. This has been a wonderful collaboration bringing together our teams who are all continuously on the pursuit of perfection,” said Mark Carter of Carter Cellars.

Bardstown Bourbon Co.’s Carter Cellars Collaborative Series offers a premium and complex aroma of cassis, violet, cinnamon and leather. On the palate it presents a rush of dark fruit, roasted pecan and vanilla cream that leads to a luscious lightly tannic finish. It is presented at 108.3 proof (54.15% ABV) and offered at an SRP of $159.99. Roughly 225 9L cases will be available at the Bardstown Bourbon Co. gift shop and select Kentucky retailers.

About Bardstown Bourbon Company Founded in 2014 by Peter Loftin in the heart of Bourbon Country on 100 acres of active farmland, Bardstown Bourbon Company is one of the country’s most modern and technically advanced whiskey distilleries. Celebrating the art of making high-quality, authentic bourbons, the innovative distillery produces custom rye, whiskey and bourbon for prominent brands including Jefferson’s, Blue Run, Belle Meade and many others through its one-of-a-kind collaborative distilling program. Bardstown Bourbon Company honors tradition and drives innovation with their exceptional destination experience for visitors, including The Kitchen and Bar at Bardstown Bourbon Company. In addition to their flagship Origin Series, Bardstown Bourbon Co. offers limited releases throughout the year including the Discovery Series, which showcases the art of blending, and Collaborative Series, which celebrates partnership and transparency across multiple spirit categories. Bardstown Bourbon Co. also owns Green River Distilling Co., located in Owensboro, Kentucky. Learn more at BardstownBourbon.com.

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Thursday, 22 April      Shoulder  Mobility.....Shoulder Lifts.....2 Rounds of Easy.

God-All-Mighty what a beautiful evening at the Barn.  A major cold front passed through overnight.  They had snow just over the border in Kentucky.  We were supposed to have freeze and frost that would slay the hundreds of annuals I had already planted.  I ran my irrigation all night and thus-tly protected my annuals which totally survived.  

Warmup:  

PVC Shoulder Mobility    then     15 Scap Push-Ups

Band Shoulder Mobility   Then    15 Scap Push-Ups 

Strength WOD:

Military Press              5/5/5

Push Press                 3/3/3

Push Jerk                   1/1/1

Listed as best Military Press First: 

Shane=135/205/265     Ed=115/185/185     Robert=115/165/185     Ryne=115/165/205     Scott/115/145/165     Herb=115/135/145     Warren A=95/115/120     Tom=90/105/115     Coach=90/110/110     Timmy=85/155/175     Sue=55/70/70     Sam D/Ruth Anne=participated     Scott=late     Miss Linda=??

The WOD:

2 Rounds         (135 E / 95 / 65 )

75 Double-unders / 150 Single-Unders

10 Power Snatch

75 Double-Unders / 150 Single-Unders

10 Power Cleans

Elites:

Brendan=9:06     Shane=13:20

RXers:

Robert=9:03 (++)     Herb=10:27 (single-unders)

Scaled:

Scott=8:50      Sue=9:18     Ruth Anne=9:47     Warren A=10:32    Ed=10:46    Ryne=11:55     Timmy=12:00     Tom=12:38     Sam/Coach/Linda=participated

Notes:

A superb fire in the fire-ring was prepared (cooking since 1 PM).  Many large logs plus hot coals.  Chairs were positioned encircling the fire.  Picture it.

For the wine tasting afterwards,  Big Shane brought about $100 worth of Chic-Fil-A chicken nuggets with special salves and lotions for the nuggets.  VERY tasty and very thoughtful of Shane!!  The Shwartz’s also brought some tasty dried fruits.  YUM !!   Nothing was left-over. 

There were plenty of wines available for the dozen or so that stayed for the wine tasting, however a few bottles of back-up had to be brought up from the reserve cellar, and somehow these disappeared also.  I think 8 bottles of wine were used up by a dozen people.  Yeah.

A few scattered facts:   For the first time, Brendan stayed for the wine tasting and actually tasted a glass.  Maybe he only stayed for the chicken nuggets.  Brendan now says that he has a girl-friend.  I don’t think these events are necessarily connected.  He seems to be secretly planning to sneak said “girl-friend” into a LHCF workout anyone noticing.  I told him we (his friends) would have to examine her “portfolio”.  Surely Brendan is aware that “girl-friend” will have to come to me for the waiver formality and be properly fitted for the complimentary LHCF T-shirt.  We have rules.

Saturday at 0930.  The weather-lady is predicting rain.  We will have to wait and actually see the extent of the rain.  Is it a mist, or is it a frog-strangler ?  We will do the scheduled WOD during any conditions in between.  If a frog-strangler, we may do a Regatta.