My first bourbon experience -
1977, I am leaving South Africa, a farewell party at home for all my university mates. My mother has already married this Yank chap, and he is keeping bourbon in our bar for the times he visits. We, in the colonies, drink only scotch, which we call whisky.
About 10 pm, I am bartending away, and a good friend of mine sidles up with "Mike, your whisky has gone bad". The taste was so unusual, and "off" compared to scotch, he thought it had sat on the self too long and spoiled.
Later we all had a good laugh - until the Derby when once again. bourbon happened in my life. Now I ask you, does 'Mint Julep' not conjure up images of a refreshing, frothy, green, type drink - as opposed to a glass of solid bourbon?
Still in recovery,
Mike