The Smoothness of the Scotch Kiss
I don’t usually think of my brown liquors (such as those in Dark Spirits—and yes, that was a blatant book shout out) in kissy-face terms. I mean, they’re often easy going down, and flavorful, and delicate in their whiskey-scotch-brandy-darkrum-etc way, but I still rarely utilize “smooching,” or “tongue-wrestling,” or “suck-face,” or “making out” when describing them, or even more rarified terms like “lip locking.” Which is dumb of me. Cause I’ve always thought kissing drunk people (only tipsy wife Nat for many years, of course) was dandy. And if they’ve been bourbon-ing or dark-spirit-ing, even better (as long as no smoking is involved, cause kissing a smoker is like kissing an ashtray’s ass). That (all that, rambling around) may be why I dig the Inver House Scotch ad below. Sexy, isn’t it? Besides the facts that her neck was probably broken to get that angle, and that Inver House isn’t as adored as it once was (at least it doesn’t seem to be among drinkers I know). Think of this ad next time you’re kissing, and then tell that favorite him/her, “You’re soft as Scotch.” I’ll bet you get even more kisses. Or slapped. One of the two.
phismi said:
I was once accused of tasting “like a distillery.” Is that the same thing?
Jon said:
I know what you mean about only kissing the wife these past years, but I usually throw that rule out the window when Joel Meister is around!
Oh yeah, my new favorite phrase of the year is now: “Kissing a smoker is like kissing an ashtray’s ass.” Holy cow, that’s funny!
admin said:
Hah, there’s definitely a “Joel Meister” addendum to any rule right? At least to this one. I have to imagine half the people who once lived in Manhattan KS have a memorable Joel smooch.
