Rambling and Having Then WhistlePig Small Batch Rye Aged 10 Years.

I had one shot of Armenian cognac, which was poured from a murky bottle that had a label of another alcohol beverage. I received a fifty-year-old drink using by diplomats and it doesn’t sell outside of native country. I didn’t know a title and could only assume through a personal search. Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter. The smell brings it’s far age and collected exquisite saturation, and you recognize that drink was in an oak barrel. Using is acceptable but this isn’t a lovable kiss, it pinches. However, that effect has gone in the last sip. Aftertaste is without special. Overall, Armenians aren’t grandiose in production of cognac as French people. No sophistication because alcohol base isn’t elite raw material.

It’s something allegorical that I find myself that I had riding in a period of Halloween, another festivity Christians took from pagans (they like to do it as can notice). My rambling led to Poland, which has own variant of such celebration in All Saints Day and it goes on the next day after our American analogue. Arrival to there was because a scheduled meeting with my cousin but we didn’t meet each other because I arrived when hadn’t much hours. Therefore, I had only direction to Chopin Airport. There I had some eating in a hot dog, a couple of sandwiches with sauces free and kefir shared with other entertainment, which was visiting duty free shops. Nothing instilled to acquisition and, perhaps, it was inner avoiding of doing it in duty free stores. A specialty of Polish such places is occupying in vodka, a heretic drink. Especially a lot was of their famous Zubrowka. I only would pay for a little Johnny Walker Blue Label or Slivovitz with sixty degrees. Both didn’t present in among these wide variety of Warsaw Chopin Duty Free where I heard pieces of Waltz in D-Minor, which never played at full.

I had a time and I decided to use a free offer of lounge to which I never had a reason ever before. It was a place called Premodium. I spent time for detect it because it seemed as mysterious even for local workers whom I asked. I detected and walked inside where had an extended time in reception because I didn’t understand what kind of a “ticket” that man wanted until I pronounce a “boarding pass”. I’ve told him that he should have to say me this but I notice that some Poles can lost in understanding of my tender accent, which isn’t classic English or American.

That quiet harbor wasn’t much a place of relax because had a lot of people but you hide from the outside bustle. Additional satisfaction was in getting food but offer related to elite homeless shelter– a place had a cattery category.  There you could imitate a snobbery by pouring and relish a cheap wine with a screw cap as plethora people did it but I couldn’t even watch on these horrendous bottles. The lounge tells itself, “you’re not special”.

I ate a collected food by which I hoped it won’t hurt my organism though that offer was the worthiest among fast food, which airport usually have. My second lunch, if give any definition, included vermicelli and coal-cooked meat.

I’ve never tasted a milk without lactose. I was an ardent researcher by pouring a full glass ot it. I made a first sip, which characterized in that I shouldn’t touch this again. A lifeless thing.

Two Eastern gingerbread pieces with a jam inside made me a cynical and merciless person into a happy man. I had them with a tea, which glass was near with other one poured with a thing wanted to be a tea because I believed it’s a hot water, but it wasn’t.

How beautiful in Europe! Nicolas Sarkozy went to prison. I, as always with such unusual news, checked on that today isn’t April 1. One week before of beginning his term, he visited Elysee Palace where met Macron. Sarkozy was supposed to take a current president with him. They should have join hands, wave them and sing “Ah! Ca Ira! Ca Ira”. Maybe, the next time for Macron? At least, Sarkozy got for something though he has a lot for be in penitentiary walls longer.

I’m gleeful that France has an independent court, which imprisons presidents and not so far ago they took down a ban on video hosting service Rumble. But why did it take three years? Unfortunately, I still don’t see a worthy candidate for presidency. Jordan Bardella makes a lot of sounds of a common politician – that man willn’t for people of France too.

I arrived in Lisbon Airport. I’ve learnt a curious detail about Portuguese people there – they don’t understand my accent.

AirPortugal was a plane I used for coming. I crossed a “business class” row, which had slightly different seats, but that’s all. It said, “you’re not special”. I took a usual seating. That plane makes to believe, it was developed for Far East Asians refugees because seats are small and no wide space with between two places.

I love that America is special. A gate was secured by Portuguese workers who checked documents.

That AirPortugal plane contradicted to that I had before. I would take a wide luxurious seat in “business class” if I knew about it. I had a not bad “economy class” seat with two Chinese whose faces were covered in masks and you sensed their smell.

What I like most in the current New York mayor election? How Curtis Sliwa incorrectly pronounces Mamdani’s name almost every time. He said full at the first debate and called him “Zohan” at the second. It wouldn’t be unusual if Sliwa did it intentionally.

New York is the city of stories. And I have my own. I visited a place, which name I won’t disclose whereas I’ll tell what I had there. It was WhistlePig Small Batch Rye Aged 10 Years.

Not so much bourbon in transporting outside of the United States. Jack Daniel’s, Jim Beam and Bulleit Bourbon in naming the first coming on mind are little in that vast variety, which US whiskey has. I decided to have one of them by making an exclusion among new established of such makers, which WhistlePig, an enterprise established in 2007. I believed it can make a worthy drink. I’ve got an opportunity to have that I mentioned above.

It’s immaturity describes itself. A raw alcohol in sniffing. Drinking brings only harshness. You experience it’s 50-degree alcohol percentage. No matter either you take a quick sip or dare to rinse it in a mouth, but it will merciless to you as hearing Alec Baldwin’s wife’s Spanish accent. This bourbon adds another awfulness, which in an extraneous taste of pepper. Aftertaste is experience of nothing. This bourbon makes to recognize how rye could be insulted. I was surprised when I found out drink’s basis. Terrible! I need to think about who I am.