Finally killed off my first "real" bottle of bourbon last night, got it when somebody here told me to enter a pappy lottery 5 years ago, brought it home and cracked it as I was walking through the door, my old roommate and I poured some over ice and had a great time. I would have a pour every now and again over the years, then stopped drinking it and put it in the back of the cabinet. That's no way to live, and I'm tired of seeing an almost-empty bottle on the shelf. Peter and I killed it off, he poured a little Weller 12 to drink next to it, it's crazy to think that those are in any way related
