Oct. 27th, 2013

1. I love running, when I remember that I love running. I don't always remember. In fact, I frequently forget and what I have to do to get myself out the door rivals the drill instructor barking I used to have to use to get my daughter out of bed for school in the morning. And then it takes a block or two to shake the rust off my ankles and a mile or two to actually get the blood flowing and for my strides to feel right and my breathing to settle down but come mile three it's perfect and I can't believe it was so hard to get going.

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Well. That’s a surprise.

If you’d given this to me and obscured the origin, I never would’ve guessed it was Irish whiskey. It lacks the aftertaste that I associate strongly with Irish whiskies, from Jameson blended all the way to Bushmill’s 21-year single malt. It’s also one of the sweetest, I’d say most bourbon-like, of the whiskies I’ve tried, Irish or otherwise. 

I liked it.

And, to be honest, that baffles me a little. It may eventually help me narrow down what it is about (other) Irish whiskies that I dislike but for now it’s just confusing.