Bourbon barrel buddies.
Mondays seem more tolerable when you’re at a distillery sipping bourbon before noon.
The occasion? Heaven Hill is expanding its Bernheim facility in West Louisville — and spending $25 million so it can fill 400,000 barrels a year. Here’s more on that.
They asked those who were in attendance to sign the first barrel that came off the new 70-foot still, and of course I couldn’t resist. I signed right underneath the mayor!
Good luck to Heaven Hill and their giant step forward in the industry.
Holy Goddess Cher, it’s been a while, and I apologize! I’ve been home from Georgia for a few days now and just never found my way back to post.
What has kept me so busy? Well, on Monday I picked up my very own used bourbon barrel, which actually fit inside my Mini Cooper to everyone’s surprise, including my own. Who knew? Maybe they should put that in a commercial.
Anyway, I spent the day scrubbing it, polishing it and screwing in the bands (because I was told they’ll fall off over time). This weekend, I plan on spraying on a shiny coat and then rolling it into my basement with the help of friends and family I haven’t asked yet.
I plan on making a table out of it by putting some glass on top and getting stools to sit around it.
I really did feel like hugging it at one point, but I think my neighbors were watching.
I’ll show you the final picture when all is said and done.
I realize I have forgotten to post lately. Just getting ready for vacation and trying to write as much copy as I can. Also, Friday I was on a field trip at Heaven Hill Distillery, where I got to bang a bung out.
I wasn’t good at it at first, but then I got the hang of it, and out it popped.
The final part of my Wide World of Whiskey series came out today, and I’m kinda both sad and happy all at once. And that’s without a Xanax.
I’m sad that it’s come to an end. I had fun talking, learning and sipping whiskeys from around the world. But I’m happy that I now know a lot more than when I started. And this thing can live on in cyberspace.
I could have written a book on the topic, and I kept all my notes in case I end up doing that at some point. But in order to write a book, I think I’d have to visit each country for myself. Don’t you think? Just need someone to foot that bill.
Wanted: Sugar Momma who likes to travel and doesn’t mind going on distillery tours. Must love bourbon.
Anyway, here’s a link the the entire series … in case you’re bored and “Jeopardy” is a rerun.
Wide World of Whiskey Part 1: Bourbon vs. Tennessee Whiskey
Wide World of Whiskey Part 2: Bourbon vs. Irish Whiskey
Wide World of Whiskey Part 3: Bourbon vs. Scotch Whisky
Wide World of Whiskey Part 4: Bourbon vs. Canadian Whisky
Cue Barry Manilow’s “Looks Like We Made It.”
While my name has been on many barroom bathroom walls, this time my face is on a wall — but at least it’s not in the loo. There I am, smack dab in the middle of The Back Door, looking over the fine patrons who often crowd my favorite space.
This is more prestigious than Mount Rushmore. Mom is going to be really proud of this one.
Now that I have my face on a bar wall, the key to the city and Sharon Stone’s autograph, my next challenge is to have a bourbon named after me: Bar Belle’s Nut-Finished Single Barrel Bourbon.
Like most of you who are reading this, I sweated my ass of at Bourbon & Beyond and had a blast. Spent too much money, but don’t regret a minute of it.
Here’s a recap of the festival along with some photos.
It’s crazy how one little spirit can unite the world. Shall we send some over to the White House and North Korea?
My kind of fireball.
I was just about to apologize about having so many bourbon posts in a row, and then I realized it’s frickin’ National Bourbon Month, so eat it! Or drink it, rather.
I was just playing around with my phone and Old Fashioned last week at the Bardstown Bourbon Co., and I came up with this photo. Bourbon is, indeed, on fire.