whiskey – Whiskey Haikus

Rittenhouse Rye

Some Angostura

to sour the Summer swelter?

Manhattan project.

Summer’s golden rays

radiate tropical heat.

But the spice must flow.

Below the window,

the creek snakes through the ravine.

Bourbon and branch time.

Dublin at Midnight.
So what are we all drinking?
Divil the expense!

Flapper medicine

a century beforehand.

Now my Old Fashioned.

Giant taste – cut grass.

Hexagonal rocks take shape

behind my closed eyes.

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