The Great Whiskey Smuggler

Eventually, everyone needs a Smuggler’s Cove

Tonight I became a whiskey smuggler.

Wait. Let’s back up for a minute.

I like whiskey. Maybe it’s the Irish and Scots in my not-very-distant heritage. Maybe I just like the directness of high-density alcohol. No prancing and pussyfooting around with low percentage drinks. If you want to feel the booze, then use real booze.