Honestly, no cats were harmed or given rye whiskey to drink in the production of this photograph:
For those of you who do enjoy whiskey, the Van Winkle Family Reserve Rye, 13 years old, is my single favorite quaff. Hard as heck to find, so if you do, grab a bottle. Then invite me over to help you sample and explain why I think it is so good.
(Or invite yourself over here and sample the one bottle I found in 2010, which is ready to be opened now that we’ve finally polished off the 2009 bottle. As you can tell, I treat this stuff like liquid gold and drink it a few sips at a time.)
Here is the same bottle in the more appropriate hands of our dear D.C. friend Frank Hodal, the man who introduced me to Chicago Whiskey Fest, who graced us with a visit during a business trip to his old hometown.