Word: bourbonized
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...Balvenie Thirty ($549) was aged in oloroso sherry barrels and bourbon casks for a truly singular single malt. Milagro Romance Tequila ($149) bottle within a bottle offers a marriage of reserve anejo and reposado
...Bourbon Street in the French Quarter, the neon lights are flashing, the booze is flowing, and the demon demolition men of Hurricane Katrina are ogling a showgirl performing in a thong. The Bourbon House is shucking local oysters again, Daiquiri's is churning out its signature alcoholic slushies, and Mardi Gras masks are once again on sale. But drive north toward the hurricane-ravaged housing subdivisions off Lake Pontchartrain and the masks you see aren't made for Carnival. They are industrial-strength respirators, stark and white, the only things capable of stopping a stench that turns the stomach...
Need to keep warm on a rainy All Hallows Eve weekend? Then fill your belly with this warm concoction before hitting the streets for a little trick or treat. 1 gallon of apple cider 3 cups of bourbon 1.5 teaspoons of cinnamon 1 teaspoon of ground ginger 1.5 teaspoons of allspice 1 teaspoon of ground cloves Stir over low heat until satisfactorily...
...begun, like fortunately few days that summer, with the smell of vomit and the sound of retching. Matt and Andrew had been out until 4 a.m. drinking on Bourbon Street—New Orleans’ main stretch, where, before Hurricane Katrina drowned the city, Mardi Gras beads were available year-round and brightly lit bars served frozen cocktails from spinning machines, 7-Eleven-style. But the vomiting was all courtesy of an anonymous roommate they’d met in the bunk beds of their hostel, a place called India House. They shrugged it off, washed their faces...
Hemingway and O. Henry used to pick at the paper’s typewriters, and once upon a time, reporters would slide into the darkroom to sip a little bourbon. Or so one reporter told me. The aging newsroom displayed its two Pulitzers between the escalators, right where you couldn’t miss them. In the cafeteria, I ate the sweet butter biscuits that ladies pushed to me, saying, “Sugar” or “Miss April,” small names dropped into my hand with my pennies and dimes...