The text message said to meet at the parking lot of Mill and Parliament for 6pm. So here I am in my car, dressed completely in white, feeling like Mr. Roarke making his morning commute to Fantasy Island. The weather had glowered all day and the forecast was nothing but rain making me more than [...]

The smell! We had just entered the barrel room where 40 Creek sits and mellows. The place was infused with what they refer to as the angel’s share, the scant bit of every barrel that evaporates during aging. Instead of the tight, high smell of alcohol the air hung with the rich, warm notes that [...]