Reminisces of times past.
Trying to buy this lovely rich bourbon coming through JFK a while ago was a bit of an experience.
You don’t get to carry your own purchases to the plane.
It’s ferried to the gate on little trollies.
When boarding begins – an amusing form of bingo starts.
‘Pink 71 – White 24’ is shouted out by staff as harried passengers queue to collect their duty free.
Husbands deserted wifes waiting for perfume.
Wifes deserted husbands waiting for whiskey.
This pantomine slowed up the boarding process & several passengers got irate.
I just smiled – Wild Turkey Barrel Proof is worth waiting for.
It ended my American travels on an entertaining footnote.
I used to fly.
Probably won’t be doing it for a while now.
One enjoyable pastime at the airport was sampling whiskey.
JFK had a pair of Beams not previously encountered.
The Black Extra Aged sported an attractive enough bottle.
‘Black’ is often used in whiskey circles to denote a more refined, aged or even mysterious elixir.
I was happy to explore.
It came across quite soft & sweet – but with an appreciatively appealing bite too.
The Signature Craft 12 Year Old displayed a more rounded & smoother feel – lacking the youthful exuberance of it’s stablemate.
Black won out.