So I’m sitting here running the past 3 months through my mind… remembering Vodkas, wines, beers, rums & a myriad of other wonderfully intoxicating drinks that have floated me along this crazy road of life. I’m wracking my brain trying to think of which glass of liquid gold to feature today… all-the-while, thinking about the bottle of Maker’s Mark and can of diet soda in my fridge. Then it dons on me… dude, IT’S THE MAKERS!!!!!
Yes, there are other drinks that my liver carries a torch for.. but when it comes to the end of a long week (especially an incredibly shitty week) there is only one thing my cravings and lack of will-power will immediately go to. That swee-sweet Maker’s Mark. If I were a songwriter I would turn Marker’s Mark into my Eric Clapton’s “Cocaine“. If I were a screenwriter Maker’s Mark would be my “Die Hard”! If I were Tracy Morgan I’d take Maker’s Mark behind the bleachers and get it pregnant!!! If I was a blue muppet it would be my COOOOOKIE!!!!!
Do I have a problem? No (yes). But that’s okay… my potential pitfall can be used to the betterment of all mankind (at least mankind over the age of 21).
So… a couple of words about Maker’s Mark: Just before the magic of M’sM crosses across your lips and the moment of pure mouth-ecstasy begins, you’ll notice a subtle-but-potent fruity and caramel aroma… then the real fun begins! Full flavored with a hint of molasses, bold bodied without any of the bitterness sometimes found in whiskeys and silky smooth all the way down. Then… it’s gone, and you find yourself wanting more! It’s a heavily intense Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey… but, somehow, simple and easy to drink. I’ve even gone straight rocks (normally reserved for the most badass of hard booze enthusiasts) with M’sM and really enjoyed it. No, not winced through it and tried my hardest to look “tough”… truly, honestly and whole-heartedly enjoyed it. Toss in some diet coke (diet because it has a little extra sweetness) and its a perfectly refreshing Hot summer night’s sipper. I’m a little dumbfounded how the Whiskey makers at M’sM have made something so strong and bold become so silky and drinkable. Have they discovered the secrets to the universe? Are the oak barrels it’s aged in lined with Unicorn horns and held together with leprechaun gold melted down? There is either magic involved or somebody at camp M’sM went to the crossroads and made a deal with a dark stranger once upon a time. My thoughts… who the hell cares!! Whatever it is… I’m grateful.
It’s nipple-hardening tingley… smooth all the way down to your toes… and strong enough to melt the stressful week you just finished wading through a full 5-days worth of shit from. It is the perfect end to and day, any time, any where… it’s Maker’s Mark!
PS – Don’t waste your money on a bottle of Maker’s 46. It’s very good, no doubt, but I’ll be damned if I could really taste a difference between it and the regularly bombastic bottle.
Party Hard WGUBers!!
