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Aging Room Quattro Nicaragua

Vibrato 6 x 54

Notes of earth, cedar, pepper, and cocoa 

Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Imperial Milk Stout 12% ABV

Knob Creek RESERVE SINGLE BARREL 120 proof

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Pursuit Spirits Episode 23 15 Year Tennessee Whiskey (2020)

Review by: Wryan Dickel has its ups and downs. Mostly down according to a very large majority of the bourbon community. That reputation has dissuaded many from even trying their bourbon. Many do not enjoy that heavy minerality flavor that comes from the water or filtering process and it is a divisive flavor profile. I’ve listened to Bourbon Pursuit off and on for several years and when these…

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Perfect New Year Gift Ideas 2023

The year 2023 is just around the corner, and we're all excited to make it a great one. New Year's celebrations are in full swing as December draws to a close. We exchange gifts with friends, family, and loved ones as we wish them a prosperous new year. Here are some New Year Gift Ideas 2023 from Sendgifts to make your celebrations even more fun. With these new year gift ideas, spending time with your loved ones will be even more enjoyable.

Sendgifts, a leading online liquor store, is the best place to buy liquor online. We have a wide selection of drinks, including wines, liquors, craft beers, champagne, and more. With Sendgifts, you can also send amazing New Year's Eve gifts online to your friends and family.

 New Year Gift Ideas

 Johnnie Walker Blue Label Blended Scotch Whisky

Johnnie Walker Blue Label is one of the rarest blended whiskies available in the world. A honey-colored whisky with a spicy, smoky fragrance.

The first sip is surprisingly sweet and honeyed, then the smoke gently creeps in like fog at dawn, softly surrounding the edges of the tongue giving way to a luxuriously long, warming, smoky finish. Best served neat, along with an ice-cold water to enhance its powerful character.

 Jameson 18 Year Irish Whiskey

Jameson 18 Years was made to make any occasion memorable. This is an 18-year-old whiskey, the kind of thing you only pull out for best mates. And if you want to impress them just throw this line into conversation: “It’s a unique blend of three signature distillates matured in the finest oak for almost two decades and is given a final marrying period of at least 6 months in a fresh American oak barrel, adding a unique complexity and elegance’. Ok, that is a mouthful. Just let the bottle do the talking.

Its long lingering finish carries the theme of the wood, spice and toffee right through to the end.

 Macallan 12 Year Scotch Whisky

Macallan 12 Year is a classic sherry-cask-matured Speyside that makes a very good gateway into the single malt category. Flavors of fruitcake, warmed bread, soaked raisins, and clove lead to a warm, medium to long finish noted with pear, cigar and peppery clove notes.

Deliciously smooth, with rich dried fruits and sherry, balanced with woodsmoke and spice. Described by F Paul Pacult, the renowned international whisky writer, in his book Kindred Spirits as 'simply the best 12-Year-Old single malt around'.

 Blanton’s Single Barrel Bourbon

Blanton’s Single Barrel Bourbon, the world’s first single barrel bourbon whiskey produced at the Buffalo Trace Distillery at Frankfort, Kentucky, and launched in 1984 by master distiller Elmer T. Lee. The presentation, taste and finish are all excellent. A staple bourbon for any collector or home bar enjoyer.

A deep, satisfying nose of nutmeg and spices. Powerful dry vanilla notes in harmony with hints of honey amid strong caramel and corn. A medium finish composed of returning corn and nutmeg flavors. Best served neat or on the rocks. Bottled at 46.5% ABV/VOL (90 Proof).

 Sheridan's Coffee Layered Liqueur

Sheridan's Coffee Layered Liqueur is consisting of two bottles that resemble a terrific Irish coffee when layered in the correct proportions. One section is filled with a black liqueur, consisting of coffee and whiskey flavors, while the other is filled with a white liqueur of milk white chocolate. The ausschank blend in these ingredients with one unique pouring spout in the bag.

A beautiful blend of dark coffee chocolate liqueur with a silky-smooth vanilla cream liquor. Tilt the glass to allow the dark chocolate liquor to layer below the cream and it will resemble the best Irish coffee you’ve ever had. It contains 15.5 per cent alcohol by volume. A must try!

 Patron Xo Cafe

Patron XO Cafe is a dry and low-proof coffee liqueur. It’s a combination of Patron silver and the essence fine coffee. This liqueur is a blend of vanilla, chocolate, and coffee aromas. It also has a light tequila taste and chocolate notes. It is recommended to Store it in the freezer. Avoid repeated re-freezing

It is excellent for sipping after dinner, as a premium cocktail ingredient, or as a unique and delicious dessert topping. It is delightful in Martinis or on vanilla ice cream. Enjoy!

 Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky

Johnnie Walker Red Label is crackling with spice and bursting with vibrant, smoky flavors. It’s a blend that combines light whiskies from Scotland’s East Coast and more peaty whiskies from the West, creating an extraordinary depth of flavor. Johnnie Walker Red Label tumbles onto your palate with the freshness of spray from a breaking wave, bringing the unmistakable zing of aromatic spices - cinnamon and pepper - fizzing over the center of your tongue. There’s a suggestion of fruity sweetness, like fresh apple or pear and a mellow bed of vanilla, before the Johnnie Walker signature of a long, lingering, smoky finish.

Enjoy Johnnie Walker Red Label in any way you like - on its own, over ice, or long with your favorite mixer. We recommend Johnnie Ginger.

 Hendrick’s Gin

Hendrick’s Gin is created via an absurdly inefficient, yet quite glorious process. In essence, to make one gin, we first create two. One on an old-fashioned pot still, yielding a rich and intricate spirit. The other on a long-necked Carter Head, producing a delicate, more refined spirit. Each still is infused with an unusual symphony of 11 botanicals. The gins from the two stills are then married together and graced with refreshing infusions of Rose and Cucumber.

This odd method of making gin enables Hendrick’s to taste light, yet intriguingly complex. The result is a wondrously refreshing gin with a delightfully floral aroma, elevating any cocktail and all occasions.

Escape the conventional, and embrace the delectable. Please enjoy the unusual responsibly.

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GSN Review: Single Barrel Reserve Apple Brandy Barrel Finished Bourbon

This unique spirit has been aged 2 years in an American White Oak Barrel, then matured for another 2 and a half years in a freshly harvested Apple Brandy barrel. Made in limited quantities, this rare spirit is made for celebrating special moments. 750mL: Barrel # 2073 bottled at 59.5% alc/vol (119 Proof) 375mL: Barrel # 2539 bottled at 56% alc/vol (112 Proof) Available for pick up only at the…

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Rebel 10 Years Old Single Barrel Bourbon

Rebel 10 Years Old Single Barrel Bourbon #RebelBourbon #whiskey #whisky #bourbon #review @thewhiskywire @ChapmanPoolePR

1. What they say Aged in charred oak barrels for 10 years, this bourbon boasts a unique flavor profile specific to each batch. It’s one-of-a-kind, just like the rebels who drink it. https://rebelbourbon.com/whiskey/10-year-single-barrel-bourbon/ 2. Official tasting notes Hints of caramel and citrus on your first sips. But continue drinking and it morphs into a velvety oak flavor with unabashed…

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Label art for Rabbit Hole's Single Barrel Cask Strength release for The Bourbon & Beyond music festival in Louisville Kentucky. It features the founder Kaveh and Bourbon & Beyond founder Danny Wimmer. Only 3 barrels of bottles have this art. It was available at the festival and at select retailers in Kentucky.

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Dive into the world of fine whiskey with our latest feature on Michter's 10-year-old Bourbon: A testament to tradition and superior quality. Discover why this exceptional single barrel bourbon is making waves in the whiskey community. Don't miss out on unraveling the craftsmanship that puts Michter's on every connoisseur's radar! 🥃 #Michters10YearOldBourbon #BourbonLovers

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Hearts In Sync- Heartrender! Kaz Brekker x gn! reader

Okay!! It’s season two release day and the concept of Kaz as a heartrender is something I’ve loved and wanted to write for for a bit. I did say I wasn’t going to post anything today because I’m fairly tired and the emotions are emotioning right now (I have cried so many times today,, it’s not even funny) but I edited both this part and the second part already but forgot to post this yesterday, so I lied a little bit lol. 

This is part one! I had to split this fic up to avoid it getting to long, but fret not, the second part will come out tomorrow!

Fic type- this is hurt/comfort kind of? I can’t quite figure out how to classify it lol

Warnings- none

Kaz Brekker was known in Ketterdam as Dirtyhands. He was known as the Bastard of the Barrel, infamous for his gloves and his cane and his scowl that never lifted into a smirk for anything. He was known to be a ruthless killer, a reputation that took very little effort to maintain. 

It was low maintenance, which Kaz liked. It was low maintenance for the fact that the moment that he stretched a hand in a single direction, the automatic assumption was that someones heart either had just exploded or was about to. 

It was good, though, that his reputation was as it had been. It made people afraid, and at the end of the day, people who were afraid still made him decent money when they visited the Crow Club and were too afraid of Kaz’s intimidating presence in any one of the rooms to bother with cheating at a game of Three Man Bramble or Makkers Wheel. 

“You don’t view it as weakness now, do you?” Jesper asked. The two of them had been sitting at a table in the bottom of the Slat, the both of them drinking bourbon. “I mean, you let yourself fall in love. A man who lets himself fall in love can’t view it as weakness. Not when he’s you, and, even despite the cane, he’s practically invincible.” 

Kaz had spent many of his days observing people in love. He noticed the strengthened beats of their hearts in comparison to those who were not, the general happiness that couples carried simply by existing in one anothers presences. 

He registered his own heart as it began to race from the moment he was able to sense your presence in any given room, the smirk that he had to fight as he heard your footsteps approaching, the one he had to fight as you placed a still warm cup of coffee in front of him and sat down, the one he almost grew tired of fighting by the time he’d slid you the steaming cup of tea he’d thought to order in the final couple minutes before you were to arrive. 

“I don’t know,” he said. It’d presented itself as both weakness and strength a plethora of different times over the years. “I do know, actually, I just can’t really explain it.” 

“Ah,” Jesper gave a nod. “You Barrel bosses and your complex emotions.” 

Kaz only registered the familiar beat of your heart as you sat down to his right. 

“Barrel bosses aren’t really all that complex if you learn how to read their expressions,” you said. 

“Bold to say that when discussing a man who’s face always looks monotonous.” 

You shot Jesper a grin as Kaz slid you the tea. “Yeah. He views emotions as weakness, I think.”

“You can read his expression no doubt,” Jesper said, and Kaz found himself smirking momentarily at his bourbon. Even if his face remained monotonous, you knew the right places to look to determine what Kaz had been feeling. You saw it in a way that nobody, not even the ever so observant likes of Inej or Wylan, ever could. 

You paused, shot Kaz a look. Worth it?” 

Kaz only shrugged.

In the seconds to follow Kaz ignored the feeling of your gaze moving across his face analytically, he registered how face your heart had begun to race, felt himself fight a smirk as he realized that his heart had been beating faster than yours. 

“He’s missed me,” you said. “And he’s wondering about the deal. The bourbon he’s been drinking has long lost the effectiveness it used to carry and is now just sour and cold, and he misses the coffee he would normally be drinking during the day. Bourbon isn’t his usual, so he’s probably either looking to get some rest earlier than he would or he just wanted a quick way to get drunk enough to sleep but the bourbon hasn’t been worthwhile enough for him to have another.” 

Kaz met your gaze, blinked surprisedly as Jespers eyes widened. He seemed to be just as shocked as Kaz had been. Someone who was able to read his expressions as easily as you had always been a bit of a surprise, and it never was something he got used to. 

“The deal went fine, by the way,” you said. “All is well and good. Got the building for a discounted price after I mentioned some infidelity on the sellers part. He’s gonna be pissed when he goes home tonight to find his wife has thrown his shit onto their front lawn, but it was worth it.” 

“Ah, so the continuation of using the dirt against our enemies continues,” Jesper said, grinning slightly. “Glad to know that we of the Dregs like our traditions. Speaking of using the dirt against our enemies, however, whens the next heist?”

“Bloody hell, don’t tell me I forgot to mention it? Fuck, I knew there was something I neglected to mention last night. Do me a favor and pass the info along to Wylan as well, will you? We leave for a heist in The Wandering Isle, on the behalf of the king and queen of Ravka, in eight days time,” Kaz said. 

“Two hundred thousand is the payoff, but Nikolai has been so generous as to send along a fully manned boat and a crew to sweeten the deal. The boat is engine powered and it’s ours once the heist is said and done. Called it a gift and let me know that, should the officials from the other countries agree, we’ll be looking at closer to half of a million. Half a million across seven people is worth it, with the adage of a boat that will make getting to Ravka, leaving it, that much easier? I couldn’t refuse.” 

“Nikolai is one of the best negotiators I’ve ever seen,” you said. “Damn him and his charms. We’re sitting at two hundred thousand currently but if he and Zoya can charm the socks off of a few leaders, we’ll be getting 71,000 and some change, when split seven ways.”

“I’m in,” Jesper said. “Wylan will be, too, I think. He misses it; the usage of bombs with criminal intent. A demo man will be needed on the job, correct?” 

“A demo man is never useless,” Kaz agreed. “Especially not in The Wandering Isle. The stuff we’re grabbing is highly guarded and the penalties for taking most of it is death by hanging, and even as such, I doubt that doing so with the permission of the king and queen of Ravka will get us pardoned. The things that we’re taking originally belonged to Ravka and the other countries with which it has temporarily allied itself, but locals don’t know that, and the government likes it kept that way. A few dozen explosions will only do us good.” 

“Rest of the crew?”

“It’s us, Inej, Nina, Matthias and Wylan. Nikolai was also so kind as to allow a healer to be dispatched from his staffing at the palaces so that any fatal injuries can be treated. Provided nobody finds our boat and kills the crew, we’re practically set.” 

Jesper grinned as he got up. “I’ll go tell Wylan the good news. Enjoy the next eight days of heist prep.”

Kaz scoffed. “I will,”

Both you and Kaz watched Jesper go, a quick and easy rhythm settling over you as you conversed. You talked until you had to pick up a shift behind the bar at the Crow Club and Kaz returned to his office to look over heist plans. 

-

Eight days later, you were standing at the ships farthest right, grin on your face and eyes brightened by the dim light of the sunset as you kept an easy hold on a cup of tea whilst the boat moved closer and closer to the Wandering Isle. 

Your forearms were draped over the boats edge, your eyes on the sunset as Kaz approached. He stood to your right, shooting you a smirk. 

“You’ve always had quite the affinity for sunsets.”

“And you have always had quite the affinity for joining me to watch them,” you said. “Not that I mind. Your presence is about the only thing that’s relaxing to me right now. I checked the forecast in the Wandering Isle. Rain for the entirety of the time we’ll be in the city, and snow the moment we’re due to leave. It feels odd to me.” 

“Rain means good luck in Ketterdam,” he’d said, and it had been true. A lot of the heists with the best payouts seemed to come about either just before, just after, or sometime during a period of rain. You should’ve been thinking of the rain to be lucky, not the opposite. 

“I know it does,” you said. “And I know you’ve thought through every possible outcome because that’s what you do, but I’m still--I just don’t trust it. I have no idea why I don’t trust it, but I feel like whatevers left that can go wrong will.” 

“If something does go wrong, we’ll fight through it together,” Kaz said. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

Kaz turned his gaze to the skyline for a moment for a moment before he looked away. “Always.” he whispered back. 

Silence draped itself over the two of you, though it was a comfortable one as it had always been. Kaz listened to the sound of his own heartbeat for a while, only to stop and listen to yours. 

He realized rather quickly that they were beating at the same rate. It made him remember a study he’d read wherein it was found that couples heartbeats and respiratory rates often synced up, and that just made him scoff, smirking at you as he watched you drink your tea.

“What?” You asked. “I don’t have something on my face, do I?” 

“No,” Kaz said. “Just admiring the view of the sunset, is all.” 

You grinned, taking in his face. “You love me too, Brekker. I can see it in your eyes, in the fact that you’re standing closer to me than normal. You’re also worried because I’m worried, and I appreciate that. Thank you for validating my concerns.” 

“Always,” Kaz said again, and the comfortable silence took the both of you over once more, contentedness wrapping itself around you both much in the manner of a blanket as it did. 

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Shrouded in darkness

Warning: 18+, very dark themed, mentions of s*x, m*sturbation, m*rder and bl**d.

Episode 1:

"We all have a monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind."

Douglas Preston

Darkness fell on the streets of London, casting long shadows over its bustling nightlife. A row of six sleek, black cars stood in front of a lavish hotel, their polished exteriors gleaming under the streetlights. Suited men emerged from the vehicles, their presence exuding power and importance as they moved toward the grand entrance, where an exclusive auction was in progress.

In the adjacent building, hidden in the shadows of an upper floor, Ghost waited. His sniper rifle was mounted on a tripod, its barrel aimed at the hotel entrance. A cigarette glowed faintly between his fingers, the smoke curling upward and dissipating into the night. His phone buzzed softly, a message from Laswell lighting up the screen.

"Is it done?" she had texted.

"Pending," he replied, his eyes never leaving the scope.

"Make it quick," came her terse response.

The minutes turned into hours as Ghost maintained his vigil, the cold night air chilling him to the bone. He remained patient, every sense honed, every muscle coiled and ready to strike. Finally, the doors of the hotel swung open, and the suited men began to spill out. His finger moved to the trigger, poised for action.

Among the exiting guests, the mafia boss appeared, flanked by his entourage of guards. He mingled with the departing crowd, his movements casual yet guarded. Ghost's gaze tracked him with relentless focus, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Time seemed to slow as the target's head came into view, framed perfectly within the scope. Ghost took a steadying breath and squeezed the trigger. The silenced shot was a whisper in the night, but the impact was instantaneous. The bullet struck the mafia boss's skull, splintering bone and sending a crimson spray into the air. Screams erupted from the crowd, a symphony of panic and terror that echoed through the night.

"See ya in hell, bastard," Ghost muttered under his breath.

With swift efficiency, he dismantled his rifle, the folding mechanism allowing it to be quickly stowed in his backpack. He moved with practiced ease, descending the building and slipping into the shadows of the street below.

As he blended into the dark alleys, his phone buzzed once more. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen before typing a single word: "Done."

He sent the message to Laswell and pocketed the phone, disappearing into the night. The chaos of the evening slowly began to settle, the screams fading into the background noise of the city. For Ghost, it was just another mission, another enemy eliminated in the silent war he fought from the shadows.

The bar stood in the corner of a dimly lit street, a haven for those seeking refuge from the city's chaos. Ghost pushed open the heavy door and entered, his presence causing a brief lull in the low hum of conversation. He made his way to the bar, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

"Two fingers of bourbon," he ordered, his voice low and gravelly.

The bartender nodded, pouring the amber liquid into a glass and sliding it across the polished wood. Ghost took the glass and downed the bourbon in one swift motion, the burn a familiar comfort as it coursed down his throat.

His gaze shifted, sweeping over the room. He noted the clusters of people, the casual banter, and the occasional bursts of laughter. But it was the women who caught his attention. Their dresses clung to their curves, accentuating the swell of their breasts and the roundness of their asses. The sight stirred something primal within him, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

Under the mask, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, a small, almost subconscious gesture. He leaned back against the bar, allowing himself a moment to indulge in the simple pleasure of watching, his thoughts momentarily drifting from the weight of his mission.

It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman. His sexual desire was at its peak, and he found himself jerking off in the shower every other day just to extinguish the relentless flames.

"Fucking Hell!" he cursed under his breath, the frustration evident in his tone.

After leaving Task Force 141, Ghost had become a mercenary, a lone wolf who killed for money. The change had been necessary, a way to escape the rigid structure of military life and the haunting memories that came with it. But the solitude of his new existence brought its own challenges. The thrill of the hunt, the cold efficiency of his kills, provided a temporary distraction, yet they did little to satisfy the deeper, more primal needs that gnawed at him.

Ghost's eyes continued to roam the bar, lingering on the women who seemed oblivious to his presence. He imagined their bodies pressed against his, the softness of their skin, the heat of their breath. His cock twitched again at the thought, a reminder of his pent-up desires.

Taking a deep breath, he shook off the distraction and signaled for another drink. He knew better than to let his guard down completely. In his line of work, vulnerability could be fatal. Yet, as he sipped his bourbon, he couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere amidst the chaos of his life, there might be a fleeting moment of connection, a chance to feel something more than just the cold steel of his weapons and the blood of his enemies.

Ghost escaped the bar, his mind still clouded with unfulfilled desires. He went straight to the hotel provided by the CIA for his mission. The dimly lit room was a stark contrast to the noisy bar he had just left. He entered, closing the door behind him with a sense of relief.

He took off his shoes, placing them neatly to the side. Methodically, he removed his backpack carrying the sniper rifle and carefully placed it back in its case. The case was shaped like a guitar with an actuall guitar on top and the sniper snuggled in the hidden compartment under the guitar.

Each movement was precise, almost ritualistic, a stark reminder of the life he led.

In one swift motion, he pulled off his hoodie and tossed it aside, leaving him in only his sweatpants. He exhaled, the tension of the night beginning to dissipate. He slid off his sweatpants, followed by his mask, and approached the mirror.

He stared at his reflection, his face partially obscured by the faint light. The man staring back at him was a stranger, hardened by years of violence and solitude. His eyes were cold, yet somewhere deep within them flickered a spark of the humanity he tried so hard to bury.

Ghost's muscles were taut, his body a testament to the rigorous demands of his profession. He traced a scar on his abdomen, a souvenir from a mission gone wrong, and felt the familiar pang of memories better left forgotten.

For a moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to acknowledge the man beneath the mask. The man who, despite his lethal skill set and unwavering resolve, craved something more than the endless cycle of violence. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts that threatened to unravel him.

After Johnny's death and Captain Price's execution of Shepherd, the once formidable task force fell apart, scattering its members to different corners of the globe. The bonds forged in battle were strained by grief and betrayal, leaving them isolated in their own ways.

Captain Price and Gaz still maintained contact with him, though their conversations were laced with a sense of loss and the weight of their past. Gaz remained in the military, his dedication unwavering, a soldier to the core. Price, however, had receded into the shadows, a ghost of his former self, burdened by the decisions he had made.

For Ghost, the dissolution of the task force marked a new chapter in his life. The skills honed in countless missions were now employed in a different capacity. The CIA, particularly Laswell, recognized his unparalleled prowess as a sniper and his ruthlessness as an asset. He had become their go-to hitman, tasked with the most difficult and high-stakes assassinations. His name was whispered in the corridors of power, a shadowy figure who dealt in death with clinical precision.

Laswell knew she could rely on him. Ghost operated with a detached efficiency, the memories of his fallen comrades and the betrayal that tore them apart fueling his drive. Each mission was a means to an end, a way to channel his rage and grief into something productive, something that gave him purpose in a world that had stripped so much away from him.

Despite the solitary nature of his work, Ghost was always connected to the remnants of his past. The mission in London was just another night in a series of endless assignments, each one blending into the next. But as he stared at his reflection, the man behind the mask, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was more than just a tool for the government. He was a survivor, a warrior carrying the weight of his lost comrades, and a man still searching for his own redemption.

All these thoughts and then the thought of you, your infectious smile, the way you sat on your knees for him, his pretty little thing, the way your lips wrapped around the girth of his veiny cock, haunted him. He stood in the shower, water cascading down, wetting his brunette hair with blonde highlights, flowing over the hardness of his chest all the way down to his erect cock. He took it in his hand, memories of your tongue stroking his length flooding his mind.

His breath grew faster as he began to stroke himself, the sensations mingling with the phantom touch of your hands. He remembered the way he used to fuck you so hard, pinning you down on the bed, your cries of pleasure echoing in his ears. His pace quickened, driven by the raw need that consumed him.

Then, the memory shifted. Your smile twisted into the gurgle of blood as you choked after being shot in the chest, your eyes closing for the last time in his arms. "Fuck!" he cursed, the pain of that moment as sharp as ever.

He reached his climax, his cock twitching as pearly liquid oozed out, mixing with the warm water of the shower. The release brought no relief, only a hollow emptiness. He placed his hands on the cold tiled walls, his thoughts returning to his young sergeant who had loved him so fiercely.

But she was gone, taken too soon. She had become a dead flower, wilted and lost forever. Everything that came into contact with him seemed to rot, and she had rotted away in his arms, her life extinguished while he could do nothing. The weight of his guilt and sorrow was a constant burden, one that even the rush of battle and the heat of passion could not erase.

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King's County 8 Year Single Barrel Bourbon

Review by: Wryan Distillery Only Release Barrel no. #2021 My introduction to King’s County is thanks to another New York distillery funny enough. Ragtime Rye from NY Distilling Co. is where I first learned about the “Empire Rye” designation. A handful of New York distilleries, I was slowly familiarizing myself with, wanted to create a distinctly New York product. I started to dig into the…

[nice-bright-colors]

Well, it was a day with some good news…

My dentist is very happy with my teeth and gums. No issues anymore. A year back, all my travels with a less than stellar travel toothbrush yielded some issues that required attention.

Tomorrow I should have a much better handle on the San Antonio project being OK’d to move forward.

So tonight, pizza (forthcoming) and beer. More specifically Barleywine, in the form of this gem from Verboten Brewing, Loveland, CO.

Grow Old With You.

All the things I love, single cask bourbon barrels. 2019 was a good year for me.

[trivialbob]

Today we saw the first snowflakes of the year. It wasn't enough to require windshield wipers, though I acknowledge Gaia's warning of "Look what's coming, dude."

After my two-hour mid-day nap of totally unconscious sleep I got to work. When the nap hangover wore off I went out and bought a bunch of firewood at a farm.

Back home I stacked that wood by my garage. Then I cleaned the garage and winterized Sheila's Suzuki and my pressure washer. My Yamaha waits. I think I can still squeeze in one more ride next week before I have to put it away until Spring.

After a productive day like this (and naps are an important ingredient of such a day) a dark, complex beer is a wonderful accessory for the evening.

This is Seventeen, Surly's 2023 anniversary beer. Sheila got me this can. It came in a little box like some of Surly's other limited beers.

Surly doesn't sell it in four packs. That's not a problem, because at 11% ABV you aren't going to sit around a campfire or watch a football game and drink several of these.

These anniversary beers never disappoint me. Seventeen is no exception.

Surly's description: Our 2023 anniversary beer blends a strong red ale and a wee heavy, aged in Tattersall Bitter Orange Liqueur barrels and 10-Year Henry McKenna Bourbon barrels, echoing The Boulevardier’s timeless flavor profile. Keep it a secret or share it with your fellow bar flies.

If you notice, that's a (bar) fly on the label.

I've said it before: I am a sucker for anything aged in bourbon barrels. Sell Kraft Singles or SpaghettiOs bourbon barrel aged versions, and I will buy them.