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.
I can't stop reading this but I am constantly frustrated by Zilk or Jilc or whatever they call him each chapter. I'd have just told my family I'm done with their interference and closed the company and moved to another country. The dude's too much of a pushover.