Craft Whiskey. Is Innovation Exciting or Confusing?

September 27, 2017 Corey Wright

It's both Bourbon Heritage Month and VA Spirits Month

September is both Bourbon heritage month and, here in Virginia, Virginia Spirits month. Last year we talked about our favorite places to go here in VA for bourbon heritage month. Seeing that Virginia is in some ways the birthplace of bourbon and given the way that the industry is booming here, with more than 40 distilleries in the state at this point. Even if Richmond can’t seem to decide if they want to make it easier to sell spirits or harder (just my own little aside) regardless when you pair that with the history of distilling here in the state you have to think that the two things (Bourbon Heritage Month and the Virginia Spirits Month) dovetail nicely together.

Six Drinks We Are Mixing This Summer

June 21, 2017 Corey Wright

Maybe you have people coming over who you know won’t be as receptive to just a glass of whiskey or maybe you’re just in the mood for something new. As a lot of these are going to be on ice in some way it’s also just a good way to beat the summer heat

Enjoy These Five Places In Virginia - Including Some to Celebrate Bourbon Heritage Month

September 6, 2016 Corey Wright

In honor of Bourbon heritage month and by merit of the fact that we've been touring around different places in the Virginia (mostly Central Virginia) the last month or two it seemed like as good a time as any to layout our five favorite places to visit in that state.

How to be a whiskey spy (Graham Greene's Our Man in Havana)

August 24, 2016 Corey Wright

Everyone knows that the most important element of being a good spy is being a whiskey collector. Everyone does know that? Don’t they?

Drinking Bourbon in DC; or Corn: a Torturous Love Story

July 31, 2016 Robert Murphy

The first time I remember tasting bourbon was less than a decade ago. I was at a party hosted by a colleague and her husband in an up-and-coming neighborhood within the DC city limits. My wife and I were living in a small studio in the upper reaches of the Georgetown neighborhood. She was away for a few weeks, somewhere in western Africa on behalf of Uncle Sam. These were exciting weekends. The apartment, being what it was at 500 square feet, was mine alone for a brief respite. I took these opportunities to explore and perhaps indulge a little more than I would otherwise.