Carbonated whiskey sounds fucking disgusting. It takes a spirit that’s prized for its smoothness, warmth, and depth and forces a texture and sensory profile—fizz, sharpness, volatility—on it that strips away those very qualities.
Carbonated whiskey sounds fucking disgusting. It takes a spirit that’s prized for its smoothness, warmth, and depth and forces a texture and sensory profile—fizz, sharpness, volatility—on it that strips away those very qualities.