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Irish History # 8
I recently read the book Irish Whiskey: A 1000 Year Tradition
Here are some facts and assertions from the book.
As in Scotland, oppressive laws and taxation drove many people into illicit distilling. “In 1806, out of 11,400,000 gallons of spirits made in Ireland, 3,800,000 of these were produced by illicit manufacturers. In the years 1811 to 1813 almost 20,000 ilegal stills were destroyed by the revenue authorities and the military.”
In the earlier 1800s, scotch whisky was heavy in flavor profile and the English didn’t prefer it. Irish whiskey, which used malted and unmalted barley, was both lighter and more consistent.
When column distillation was invented, Irish whiskey makers were very reluctant to use it to water down their whiskey. They argued against it and refused to use it, while the Scots took to it to dilute their strongly flavored spirit. The lighter flavor profile was more popular both in England and America.
The Irish whiskey industry was further harmed by world war rationing, independence from England, and American Prohibition.
The last remaining Irish whiskey distillers banded together in the 1960s to form Irish Distillers. They were the sole producers of Irish whiskey, which was made both at the Old Bushmills distillery and down at Cooley.
I’ll have some of the more modern history and production of Irish whiskey in a forthcoming story in the San Francisco Chronicle,
Kentucky Moonshine – Yes sir!
Fans and people who read the site always ask, “Why are you called Bourbon?” Most think it’s because I’m a proud Irish-American that loves Bourbon. That is not why I go by “Bourbon” on the site. People who know me well, know I prefer Irish Whiskey over Kentucky Bourbon. I do enjoy a nice Bourbon but I love Irish Whiskey over Bourbon. My friend Keith made a joke on how to create a porn star’s name. Use your first pet’s name and the street you first lived on. Yes, my first dog was a Beagle named “Bourbon”. Hence, the name “Bourbon Stilz”. You figure it out.
That is real Kentucky Moonshine. I do love a nice drink. When it comes to beer, it depends on the beer. I love European and Micro-brews. Mainstream American beers suck. Irish Whiskey, awesome. Bourbon, damn good. American Whiskey, lol sucks. Moonshine when made right, so good. Burns, yes. Taste better than a good pussy, yes. This is not the best moonshine I’ve ever had, but damn good. On a scale 1-10, I give it a 8.0
This stuff is lethal. Yet the sweet taste is worth every burn. Everyone at least once should try some Kentucky Moonshine. The stuff is so good. Don’t ask where I got this from. I have my connections.
My favorite pictures
Since I took down tons of pictures on here, I have gotten emails asking to put some up. Fine, I will. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the past few years. Enjoy.
Here I am fresh back from Ireland in 2010 (see shirt). With me are my friends Shannon and Kelly. No offense to my friend Shannon, doesn’t she look hot in that hat? BTW, I survived a few nights in Dublin. Millions of brain cells did not.
Halloween 2010. Besides Brett (The Penguin), no one is sober in this picture.
I was 20, maybe 21 here. Man I was good looking once. What happened?
Ireland 2010, again. My favorite thing is next to me. Her name was Rosie O’Sullivan. Lovely and I can still hear her beautiful accent like it was yesterday. O’Sullivan means “dark eyed-one” in Irish. This beautiful angel did have dark eyes.
Aww, Shannon and Kristen with me, with Shannon’s husband in the background. Both married, both lovely and I’m still a nerd.
I’m no thug. I’m not ghetto. My alter-ego “T-Bone With A-1”, well, that’s a whole different story. Yes, the gun is real.
It was New Year’s 2013….. I have no clue what’s taking place here. I was on beer #16 along with tons of Bourbon already down my throat.
My favorite person from work with me one night at the Highlands Taproom. Emily beyond beautiful like always!
Halloween 2012. Gilligan’s Island. We came in 2nd. Rigged ass contest.
Sad….. my last night in Ireland 2010. This was me along with some of the staff from the Arlington Hotel. These people were beyond nice and showed me true hospitality. I never felt home sick due to them and I almost didn’t want to leave. If Rosie O’Sullivan would have been mine, I would have never left……
Even though I was not in this picture, this is beautiful to me. This was Ireland. This is where my DNA came from. The forefathers of my dad came from here. I am proud of that. Seeing Ireland firsthand was a dream come true. My dad never got to see Ireland. I made it a goal in life to do so. It was even better than I ever dream it could have been. I am proud of my short-tempered, whiskey drinking, folklore believing, hatred of the British, lover of red-heads and Celtic DNA.
Highlights of my Year 2012
UK Wins 2012 National Title – This was their third National Title in my lifetime. This one meant more because I got to see UK win two games in the NCAA Tournament with my father. Instead of going out with my friends the night they beat Kansas, I watched it with my father. That was priceless.
We beat the Rapture and the Mayans – Jesus wasn’t ready to call me to Heaven and the Mayans are losers. God bless and I will see you all in 2013!
Simple, but fun vacation – I stayed home for vacation. Twice I got to bar hop with my friends Shannon, Keith and Kathy. I don’t recall much but I’m pretty sure I had fun. That’s why I’m writing about it.
Halloween Party – My friends and I went as the characters from Gilligan’s’ Island. We came in second in this very “fair” contest.
I tried – I gave me ex Liz a chance, twice. I really wanted to see her change. Sad that such a beautiful girl is wasting her life. At least I tried doing the right thing. I feel better knowing I did.
Hot girl – I got to make love to a hot girl. I won’t name her out of respect for her family. Damn she looks good.
New Hangout Place – What’s better than the Highlands Taproom? Simple, the Highlands Taproom Grill.
Only by the Night (Kings of Leon – 2008)
Sex is on Fire – There is a sexy girl I know. We get along quite well. I know for a fact she is an airhead and sleeps around. I haven’t made my move yet because like an idiot, I wasted time on a dumb ex and then two weeks on another loser. On my birthday this girl looked so damn good in some tight jeans. I am not a betting man. But if I was, I am betting this girl could rock the bed.
Use Somebody – I was talking to a girl named Lindsey. She had a job, a car and her own place. Unlike my ex, she had no drug problem and had all of her teeth (and her teeth weren’t rotted from drug use). She was also a redhead, my all-time favorite. We went out on a few dates and had fun. All my friends liked her. She was supposed to be my date this past Saturday. She ended up ignoring me Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Finally she texted me Saturday night and informed me her friend was in the hospital. She then stated she would come see me after work on Sunday since I was out celebrating my birthday. She texted me Sunday night and I asked her was she coming to see me. She said she would Thursday. I then texted her back saying “Ok, liar.” The bitch then called me going off while I was out with my friends. Bitch, get a life. You lied, not me.
17 – I feel like a pervert. A few times this year I’ve been cutting through Seneca Park to see my parents. There will be a group of young Sacred Heart girls jogging, normally in short, shorts. Damn, these girls be looking good as hell. I have three nieces older than these girls and another niece the same age. Man I wish I was 16 or 17 once again.
Be Somebody – I am sick of fake ass people. My friend Shannon’s cousin, my ex, this Lindsey bitch and so many others I’ve met or seen this year. How do these people wake up, look in the mirror and go about their day? How can you be happy in life being a pathological liar? How can you lie daily, steal and abuse drugs and think you “rock”? I guess it’s all mental. Maybe people are born to be losers. I rather be somebody than a fucking loser.
More of my birthday presents
Before I ran Louisville Strange Brew, some friends and me ran a local TV show known as “Strange Brew” some 14 years ago. Our show nor this site is named after this movie. This is a gag gift. Our show’s name was my idea. I named it after a Cream greatest hits album called “Strange Brew”. BTW, this is a very underrated cult movie from the 1980’s.
Shannon and Keith got me a bottle of Bushmills’ 10 year. John got me a bottle of Jameson. Three bottles of Irish whiskey for Christmas. And yes, I am currently drinking the 10 year as we speak.
My niece Michaela and my nephew Matthew custom-made this for me. This is probably my favorite gift of all.
The Power of the Nerd
Many people read this site. I am actually shocked at how much of a following we have here. We have over 600 followers. Not bad for the most immature, stupid and worst Louisville website of all time. I love being honest with my readers. Listen, I am a nerd. I may be the biggest geek you could ever meet. I own over 100,000 baseball cards and can tell you random baseball facts that no normal person should know. I have a UK Logo and Homer Simpson tattoo. That’s just who I am.
I have found out however, most women like honesty. They like you to be yourself. Lately I have been in “the zone”. My luck with the ladies has been beyond good. Listen, no lying here. I haven’t banged all of these ladies. I have just met many women lately and I forgot how easy it is to meet new women. Damn, I am that smooth. Women can’t say no to the “geekness”. They may dream about the hunk, firefighter or Brad Pitt look alike, but the nerd is what they actually go after. What can I say, I’m that good.
It all started early last month. My dad’s health and memory is not what it once was. I started thinking over things. I hadn’t talked to my ex Liz in over two years. I told myself I didn’t want to hold a grudge against her or anyone else. I emailed her and after a few emails Liz decided we should hangout. We did and wow, what took place even shocked me. She was all over me, and I was all over her. It was like we were meant to be. Make a long story short, I could have so had sex with her a few days a later. She was drunk, horny and was all over me. However, I did the right thing. I didn’t take advantage of the drunken horny bimbo.
Liz and I didn’t work out, not even as friends. I don’t like liars or drug abusers. She is both. After seeing how fake she still was I felt bad. Why does my luck suck so badly? A few days later I was sitting at work. A very cute girl who works in the daycare approached me. She actually came to me for work related purposes. We started talking (I was so hitting on her) and when she turned to walk away, she asked could she have my number. After a few days of talking I asked her out for dinner. She said yes and then ended up canceling out on me. Sadly, she has Asperger`s and doesn’t do well socially. She is still sweet, smart and a cool chick. I hope she gives the next guy a fair chance.
When she asked me for my number, I felt good. I was like damn; I still can spit some game. After she canceled on me I wanted to prove she wasn’t a fluke. So a couple of weeks later I saw this cute little dirty blonde at the Highlands Taproom. She sat next to me and I quickly noticed her lovely green eyes. As soon as she sat down I started talking to her. Next thing I know we’re playing pool. That led to a few drinks. That led to me taking her out for a 2 AM meal. She took my phone and programed her name and number into it. Sucks she lives in Owensboro, but she’s in Louisville due to work every few weeks. If anything, I have made a hot new female friend.
Then I met an older woman. She is 37, seven years older than me. We started talking and she invited me to watch her “Jell-O-Wrestle”. She has a smoking body. Hell, her body is better than most 18-25 year-olds. This lady loves a nerd. She even has a Johnny Deep tattoo. We have hung out a few times and the babe is always all over me. She knows how to make a nerd feel good. She also gives one hell of a back massage.
No, my fun didn’t stop there. I met a red-headed chick. She was okay. Nice body, very sexual in nature. However, she was too much of a “slut” for me to be more interested. Don’t get me wrong, I love women and their bodies more than any guy. But I don’t dig sluts. She even told me she likes to see numerous men at the same time. I really didn’t feel like going in for seconds or thirds. She’s the kind of chick that is like “Let’s hangout Monday,” after a weekend of banging dudes. My answer, “Call me Thursday.”
Last night the nerd struck gold again. I saw this shy dark-headed gal at the Highlands Taproom. She had a short skirt, showing off a nice set of legs and thighs. We talked for a few hours and I ended up with yet another number. She’s a little bit of a bimbo, but hey, that’s great news for me. That means less work for me if I decide to pursue her. Less work and effort is what all men like best. Am I right, or am I right?
Somewhere in between all of these women, I met a girl name Kim. I believe I met her while I was still talking with Liz. Kim is too much of a drama queen. She is also hung on her ex and that annoys me. The few times I asked her to hang out, she never does. She did once and texted her ex the entire time. I’m not upset about this; I didn’t find Kim to be attractive what so ever. I feel bad because she so wanted me. My point is simple. Lately the ladies have been digging the nerd.
Until lately, I forgot how much a little confidence can work. I have done nothing special meeting these women. I have done nothing special for the make-out sessions. I was just me. And all of these ladies have been into me. None of them are alike. Liz is a liar and petty. The girl at work is sweet and socially awkward. Jen, the dirty blonde, is highly educated and much younger than me. Kandy, the redhead, was a complete ho. Emily from last night was very, very shy. Heather was older than me. Confidence is all you need. Honesty is the key.
Listen nerds, don’t be afraid of women. Talk to them. If a nerd and geek like me can get women, why can’t you? Have you not seen my pictures? You can’t be a bigger nerd than me. Well you can, but I’m trying to build your confidence. One thing a good looking friend told me once – the worst thing they can say is no. You be surprise how many women will say “yes”. You will never know if you don’t try. Women dig the nerd. Just a fact of life.
One more thing – I could have met a chick two Fridays ago at the Highlands Taproom. She was in town from South Carolina and is moving here soon. My “friend” Steve showed up and started talking religion in the bar. He offended the girl and she walked out. Thanks, Steve. You totally cock-blocked me.
People we all know
The White kid that thinks he’s ghetto – He grew up in an all white area better than most of could have ever dreamed of. After listening to one too many rap songs, he decided he was “gangster” and hard. Of course if he had to live in all black neighborhood he would piss his pants daily and beg his mom to let him move back home.
The Black man that blames whitey for everything – In truth, white people probably have treated him better than most of his fellow African-Americans. The only racism he knows is the racism he read about in history books or saw on TV.
The guy that thinks he’s funny – He tells jokes that nobody laughs at. He likes to make fart noises even though he’s 27 and that stopped being funny at age 15. Yet he has no clue that he’s not funny because in his mind he’s the next Steve Martin.
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The fat guy that thinks he’s sexy – 10-15 years when he was in shape, he was average at best. Now 75 pounds overweight, he thinks he’s a pimp that the ladies dig.
The Stereotype Game
Russian women love facial hair.
When not owning a laundry mat, chinese women own massage parlors that give happy endings.
When not smoking pot, women of Amsterdam are hookers.
When not having sex with their family, southern Americans live on welfare.
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