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stairnaheireann · 5 months
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#OTD in 1608 – Sir Thomas Phillipps was granted a license by James I to the Old Bushmills distillery in Co Antrim, which is thought to date from at least 1276 – the oldest distillery in the world.
Uisce beatha is the name for whiskey in the Irish language. The word “whiskey” itself is simply an anglicised version of this phrase, stemming from a mispronunciation of the word uisce. This may in turn have influenced the Modern Irish word fuisce (“whiskey”). The phrase uisce beatha, literally “water of life”, was the name given by Irish monks of the early Middle Ages to distilled alcohol. It is…
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periodically80s · 8 months
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pedro-chronicles · 1 year
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bourbontrend · 2 months
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Discover the art of whiskey making with the Bushmills 15-Year-Old Single Malt exclusively available in the UK! Get ready to experience the exquisite blend of warm vanilla flavors, fruity notes from Cognac casks, and a luxurious caramelized pear finish. Don't miss out on this whiskey lover's gem!
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whiskyblog · 6 months
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Bushmills Whiskey 16 y.o.
Bushmills Whiskey 16 year old is an exquisite spirit that comes from the renowned Old Bushmills Distillery in Northern Ireland. This distillery has a long and proud history dating back to the 17th century, making it the oldest licensed whiskey distillery in the world. On the palate, Bushmills 16 Year Old offers a rich palette of flavours ranging from sweet fruits to spices and subtle oak notes. The long maturation in oak casks gives it a soft texture and a pleasantly round finish.
Cask type : Ex-bourbon casks, oloroso sherry casks, port wine barrels
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sandiegosisters · 1 year
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A big thank you to the liquor sponsors for CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION ~ Crystal Head Vodka, Bacardi, and Bushmill's Irish Whiskey
Thank you to Dottie Deville from the Til-Two Club for securing the sponsors and creating a special cocktail menu just for CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION tomorrow night.
Join us for a drink and an extensive entertainment line-up starting at 7PM.
Your suggested donation of $5 benefits the ACLU Drag Defense Fund
CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION is the Novice Project of Judith Priest
#sistersofperpetualindulgence #cocktails #liquorsponsors #bacardi #bushmillswhiskey #crystalheadvodka #pride🌈 #childrenoftherevolution
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thedeglutenizer · 2 years
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Made an #irishmojito with #bushmills. The #demerara syrup and #irishwhiskey make it such a pretty color to go with the green #mint and #lime. #cocktail #dranks #glutenfree #alcohol #whiskey #irish #mojito #muddled #sip #delicious https://www.instagram.com/p/Co1Ets8siFb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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play-now-my-lord · 1 year
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A wrinkle to that "lmao the irish didn't invent anything for 300 years after the invention of whiskey" post is this: we don't think of distilled spirits this way now, but they were an early way capital controlled labor, with the equipment and expertise necessary to make potable spirits being mostly the province of at first monasteries, then prosperous landlords.
In an American context the introduction of spirits was absolutely devastating - they represented a cheap-to-produce (hence profitable to sell), shelf-stable alcohol delivery mechanism that cultural norms simply didn't exist to grapple with. Like most nations here had alcoholic beverages of whatever sort, but they were weak, short-lived ones similar to beer, and the resources necessary to produce them meant that they were consumed moderately or, if in excess, usually at special occasions. In the 18th century British empire, distilled spirits were considered a scourge both in an indigenous context and in the context of the British working poor. (See Beer Street and Gin Lane.)
And then you look into the history of whiskey distillation in Ireland... and the first people given legal license to produce and distribute whiskey on an industrial scale were English mercenaries-turned-landlords. Old Bushmills was established by an English soldier of fortune!
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In short, even at the time, the idea that cheap spirits would be bad for the general life-quality of the working poor was mainstream in the imperial core, but that malevolence was seen as positive when imposed on imperial subjects - the Irish, native Americans, trade partners in Africa and Asia. This represents an early form of the narco-imperialism that matured by the time of the Opium Wars and is present in the war on drugs pushed globally by America today
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evita-shelby · 5 days
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We didn't start the fire
Jack and Katie Nelson end up meeting Rose and Samuel Coldwell after getting arrested for the same crime in the same neighborhood
rose and sam belong to @justrainandcoffee
cw: drinking, drunk people, arson, absent dad, arrests
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When Jack and Katie decided to track down his father, whom not even his elder half-brother knew, they didn’t think they’d end up in London.
Eva had come on business and while she did what she came here for, Jack had called Katie, who was visiting Colin’s family here, and went pub crawling for old time’s sake.
He should’ve known it was a bad idea when, despite being busy with vlogging everything they did, his sister managed to find his dad’s address. Katie was white girl wasted by now and Jack had reached that point of fuck it we ball moment of the night.
Jack had gotten a bottle of Bushmills Whiskey for the road somehow remembering that was his dad’s favorite drink when Eamon O’Neil met Rosemary Nelson during graduate school.
When they found the nice house empty and showing signs of a happy upper middle-class family it brought up all those times his mother struggled to raise him and his sister and all those times he could’ve used a fucking dad.
“Fuck him! Fuck that guy, you don’t need him, Jack. You hear me!” Katie pulls him down to her height as she assures him that his father doesn’t deserve to even know him.
And suddenly the ribbon in Katie’s blonde hair is shoved half ways into the bottle they were sharing at the curb and the lighter he kept from that day he met Eva in Vegas is in his hand.
The Instagram video has him tossing a Molotov cocktail prefaced with the words, “Fuck you!”. An iconic moment followed by him angrily ranting at the security camera closest to him about how Eamon O’Neil was a piece of shit who abandoned two pregnant women in Boston during his time at MIT.
In the same neighborhood, Rose and her brother had done the same to the house of Samuel Coldwell.
They are put in the same cell and nature takes its course.
Katie leads the way, always the funny charming one who knows how not to step on people’s toes while Jack has the subtlety of Godzilla trampling Tokyo. But with a few drinks in, a shared hatred of their absent fathers and being in here for the same crime two Irish Catholics and two English Jews become unlikely friends.
“Yeah, Jack can make molotov cocktails because he w---” Jack using his sister’s drunk state and his greater height to successfully put his hand over her mouth to prevent her revealing where his skills came from.
“Huge fan of the Good Place.” He says with a laugh that works good enough for the two women who end up changing the topic while Sam Coldwell silently agrees to keep his secret.
He’d been in a gang until he got too good at it and pissed off the leader causing him to end up in fucking Melbourne, Australia to avoid prison. Luckily there had been no proof and Jack was able to return with a masters in finance and a short but lucrative career as a webcam model.
Now he had graduated from Harvard Business College, gotten the investment firm off the ground to great success and would marry the love of his life if she could just get here to bail them out.
“Do you guys need any help getting bailed out, my girl says she doesn’t mind.” He offers after the phone call goes well enough.
“My brother-in-law is already coming, thanks for the offer.” Sam rejects the offer, and both guide their sisters ---who are tearfully bidding each other farewell and exchanging numbers as jumbled as they come out their mouths--- out of their cells.
Jack finds Eva chatting amicably with what he presumed is Rose’s husband and greets his future wife with a short kiss and threw his arm over her shoulder before asking, “How do you guys know each other?”
“We fucked the same guy.” Evie answered far too casually as she led them out the station and into Colin’s car.
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ptsilencedhill · 22 days
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My preserved bottle of bushmills peaky blinder whiskey got shattered when I moved but I managed to find the actual boxed set for cheaper than the actual bottle price from BevMo… literally can’t drink it because the antibiotic is still fucking up my stomach omg
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ccaptain · 3 months
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CONSTRUCTION OF KAEYA'S H:SR VERSE. A DIY WISHLIST:
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Aka things that I will deepen about him as I turn him inside out like a sock ready to be washed:
( This can be done with either headcanons, drabbles or threads I can have with people. I will link here what I tackle down. )
''KAEYA ALBERICH'':
How did ''it'' became ''Kaeya Alberich'' and what does it entail
Where is the real Kaeya Alberich? What about Teyvat?
His goal & Aftermath
MYTHOS & KAEYA:
Why was he picked by Mythos as an Emanator?
Kaeya's Powers & Abilities
The only known Video & Audio footage of Kaeya's powers
Exploring the relationship between Emanator and Aeon
Kaeya's role in Mythos bigger plan
''BEING OF THE ENIGMATA''
History Fictionologists: Hierarchy & Hidden Depths
Becoming a ''being'': what does it entail, the process & the sacrifices
Analyzing ''the impostor''
''Humanwatching''
BEFORE ''KAEYA ALBERICH'':
Before the ''being'': his past-self
His homeplanet
''The Great Catastrophe'' 
The Aftermath
Worldbuilding:
The abandoned amusement park (& the mystery behind it)
The Misty Sea
Derroule Orphanage
The Liminal Laboratories
The Monastery
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Curios:
Epoxy-ed Bloodstained Bread
The Bushmills '84: 'Even Dead Men Can Sing!' Dark Oath Single Malt Whiskey
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talha817 · 2 years
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Bushmill's Peaky Blinders Prohibition Recipe Irish Whiskey | Del Mesa Liquor
The Shelby Family and Bushmills Irish Whiskey share stories of passion and perseverance in the face of adversity. As Bushmills passed craftsmanship and recipes down through generations of skilled whiskey-makers, it stood the test of time for more than 400 years on the edges of the north coast of Ireland, overcoming conflict, fire and famine.
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rickchung · 1 year
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2023 Science of Cocktails x Science World x False Creek.
The sixth annual sold-out signature open bar fundraiser finally made its libatious return after a three-year hiatus to once again transform [...] into the world’s largest cocktail laboratory—all in support of its Bursary Program.
Lemonade & negroni rosa: Empress 1908 Indigo gin, honey, lemon, and lavender.
Fairground margarita: Cointreau, Teramana tequila, lime, sugar, and pineapple cotton candy.
Seaside black Manhattan: Bushmills Irish whiskey, Amaro Lucano, dry vermouth, black charred cedar bitters, activated charcoal, and dry ice.
Smoked old fashioned: Choya 23 plum wine, plum bitters, sugar, and cherry wood smoke.
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explorerrowan · 2 years
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Tonight I found this bottle of Bushmills whiskey that had fallen behind my microwave. Didn't realize it's a fucking Orangemen brand until I drank half the bottle mixed with Coke and then decided to google it. Sorry, Irish friends. I'll pick a bottle of real Irish whiskey next time I buy liquor.
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carstenz · 4 days
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Wendepunkt
21. September
Bushmills - Malin Head
Gestern Abend bin ich in einem Hostel gelandet. Es liegt direkt am Giant’s Causeway und kostet nur £ 20 die Nacht. So ein warmes Bett hat schon was für sich. Auch schön, dass man sich morgens einen Kaffee machen und damit zurück ins Bett gehen kann. Das beste war aber die Waschmaschine. Meine Kleider riechen heute Morgen viel besser und es ist eine Freude sie wieder anzusehen. Nach soviel Körperpflege telefoniere ich am Sonntagmorgen auch lange mit meiner Frau.
Es ist schon interessant, was für ein buntes Volk in so einem Hostel aufeinander trifft. Junge Leute aus Frankreich und Italien sind noch das normalste. Eine komplette indische Familie. Amerikanische Teenager, die alles „Awesome“ finden. Ein chinesischer Geologe, der mir auch erklären kann, wie diese besonderen Steinformationen entstanden sind. Irgendetwas vulkanisches. Ist auch schon ein paar Millionen Jahre her. Und ein großer Schwarzer mit stark französischen Akzent managt alles. Er ist nicht der Chef und auch nicht der einzige Angestellte, aber immer wenn es irgendwelche Fragen oder richtige Arbeit gibt, geht nichts ohne den großen Schwarzen.
Nur Spanier treffe ich zu meiner Überraschung nicht im Hostel. An fast jeder Sehenswürdigkeit hört man ganz viel Spanisch. In Spanien scheint Game of Thrones Tourismus ein ganz großes Ding zu sein. Rein zufällig bin ich ja auch mal durch eine spanische Fernsehsendung darauf gestoßen.
In Bushmills könnte ich mir noch die Destillerie ansehen. Das ist hier auch ein Touristenmagnet. Aber Whiskey interessiert mich nicht so. Dafür gönne ich mir noch ein großes Frühstück. Morgens brauche ich zwar kein Essen, aber wer weiß, wann es wieder etwas gibt. Als ich gestern Mittag Hunger bekommen habe, gab es nur Fastfood und Süßigkeiten. Danach hat sich mein Magen über die schlechte Nahrung beschwert.
Auf meinen letzten Kilometern in Nordirland verzeichnet meine „Westeros“-Landkarte, die ich mittlerweile habe, noch drei Drehorte. Als gewissenhafter Beamtensohn fahre ich die natürlich auch noch ab. Ein großer Strand mit Dünen, an denen Jamie Lannister und Bronn gegen Dornische gekämpft haben. An die Szene kann ich mich gut erinnern. Heute stehen aber Autos darauf und ein paar Verrückte (inklusive mir) baden in dem kalten Wasser. Eine alte Tempelruine, in der Melisandre irgendetwas oder irgendwen verbrannt hat. Ein Landschaftspark mit viel Grasland, durch das die Dhotraki geritten sind.
Diese Grasland-Szenen waren, glaube ich, gar nicht so leicht zu drehen in Nordirland. Es gibt hier zwar Gras ohne Ende auf der grünen Insel, aber alles ist mit Zäunen, Hecken, Mauern und Pforten in kleine Flächen aufgeteilt. Für mich ist es immer schwer bis unmöglich abends ein kleines Fleckchen für mein Zelt zu finden und für das Filmteam dürfte es noch schwieriger gewesen sein, eine Fläche zu finden, die im Film wie eine große, wilde Grassteppe aussieht. Aber generell ist die Kooperation zwischen dem Filmstudio und dem nordirischen Tourismusverband eine große Erfolgsstory. Wahrscheinlich musste der Meister des Tourismus viel Geld dafür an das Filmstudio zahlen, aber es zieht auch wirklich viel Touristen. Mit der Westeros-Landkarte, die ich jetzt habe, ist es auch noch einfacher und macht noch mehr Spaß, die Drehorte zu suchen und zu besuchen. Eine malerische Burgruine auf einer Klippe ist nicht in der Karte verzeichnet, aber für mich ist offensichtlich, dass diese Burg von Drachen niedergebrannt wurde.
Nachmittags werde ich von zwei DeLorean überholt. Das ist die Zeitmaschine bzw. das Auto aus „Zurück in die Zukunft“. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob diese hier auch mit Zeitmaschine ausgestattet sind, aber ich vermute schon, denn eine Stunde später fahren sie nochmal an mir vorbei und dahinter ist wieder der gleiche hässliche Toyota.
Mit meinem Fahrrad habe ich ja auch meine eigene Zeitmaschine. Nach dem ich jetzt ca. einen Monat damit unterwegs bin habe ich zumindest das Gefühl, die Lebensuhr wieder ein paar Jahre zurück gedreht zu haben. Und was will ich schon mit einer richtigen Zeitmaschine, mit der man wie im Film in die eigene Vergangenheit zurück reist. Ich habe die beste Ehefrau gefunden, die man nur haben kann. Alle anderen Entscheidungen im Leben sind eh nicht so wichtig und wer weiß, ob man die dann besser hinbekommt.
An Magilligan Point erreiche ich eine der letzten Fähren, die dieses Jahr noch über die Bucht nach Irland übersetzen. Vorher kann ich noch schnell meine letzten Pfund Sterling in ein Abschieds-Pint investieren. Auf der anderen Seite bin ich zurück in der EU. Es wird wieder in Euro bezahlt und die Entfernung wird wieder in KM angeben. Die Autos fahren aber weiterhin links. Von der Fähre sind es noch 40 km bis nach Malin Head. Das ist der nördlichste Punkt Irlands. Da werde ich heute noch hinfahren und den vielgesichtigen Göttern ein Opfer darbieten, damit sie mir eine gute Heimreise und ein gutes Leben mit den geliebten Menschen zuhause gewähren.
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madeurope924 · 19 days
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Bushmills Distillery. Oldest whiskey distillery in the world. Licensed in 1608!
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