Old Fashioned.

Sweetness melts into the bite
Bitters edge smooths
Rounding out the angles might
Just make all this seem
More passable, to the end.

Drops of mandarin meld in fumes
Barrel burnt bourbon brown
Beads sweating making moves
Down glass rivers into the whiskey 
Depths, deeper thoughts blend.

 

Commentary

Sunday nights are often the best times for a whisky. I was short of some decent bitters this evening so had to go neat.

There is something mesmerising about watching the dark liquor slowly mix with water in the bottom of a glass. Like a dream and a hint of reality meeting for the first time.

James PoulterComment