Freedom Flavor: Old Overholt Rye Whiskey
My thesis: things taste differently at different times. Let’s agree on this. When you go on the Miller brewery tour in Milwaukee that Miller Lite tastes damn good — and it’s the same shit beer they serve around the world that tastes like swill. Something is happening. When Lisa and I were at the Gloria Ferrer winery in Napa, the sparkling wine they served us was amazing … and it’s never been that good again. There was something in the air, something in the view over the valley, the fact that we were on vacation and free, that we wouldn’t be returning to work that Monday.
Lisa has a theory that things taste differently in different climates, different airs. I definitely agree, but I think there’s something more psychological going on as well — not just scientific. Hear me out.
On a Monday, the drink after work tastes of relief and weariness. It’s practically a medicinal drink — a blow against the tide of the work-week, something to steel your nerves for Tuesday. The drink on Friday is different — it’s jubilant, joyous. The weekend is here. There will be sleeping in and fun dinners and time with friends … and that makes the same drink taste differently. At least that’s my working theory.
My experience: Old Overholt. I like Old Overholt. I first had it at Longman & Eagle in Chicago (which I miss). It’s a decent rye whiskey with a reasonable price. Supposedly it was Doc Holiday’s drink of choice. Who knows — all I know is that it tastes different out here. Sure, it could be the dry air, the dust, maybe some residual radioactive isotope floating around, but I think it’s the freedom. And I’ve never tasted that before, so I’m not really sure how to describe it. But I think you should try it. It’s intoxicating.
What do you think? Does my theory hold, er, whiskey?