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 Connecticut Robusto & Penderyn Welsh Madeira Whisky

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead #11: Camacho Connecticut Robusto & Penderyn Madeira Finish Whisky

Let’s imagine you’re at a party, like the one your spouse drags you to when she has to impress her boss with the fact that she can balance her job, a husband, a household, maybe some children and car payments so that he won’t consign her to the crappy assignments (let’s be honest, being a woman is not for me).  Before leaving for the event, considerable time is spent discussing the “interaction” strategy: who to talk to, what to talk about, subjects to avoid and how not to dominate the conversation when it comes to things I feel strongly about (like the pay inequity she’s dealing with).

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead #10: Vudu Priest No. 3 and Clyde Mays Alabama Style Whiskey

      Ya Gotta love a good story.  Now, everyone of my nieces and nephews knows how much their Uncle loves hearing a good story.  Hell, I've been known to tell a few of them myself, and who knows if what comes out of my mouth sometimes is half real or half concocted from the pitch of a fevered brain.

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead #9: Oliva Cain F 654 Torpedo & AnCnoc Flaughter

One of these days your Uncle is going to learn how to handle more than two things at a time. Since I’ve been writing cigar and whiskey pairings I kind of figured I had at least these two things that I can do simultaneously: hold a drink and a cigar at the same time. I even use both hands to do so. And yeah, it’s a practice that translates into other areas of my life: I can bounce a basketball and hold a drink; push a lawn mower and smoke a cigar, etc. Easy stuff like that, I’ve mastered. I guess the third thing, like the third rail, is something to avoid.

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead #7: La Gloria de Cuba RF No. 13 + Benriach 20yr

We live in a time of "easy expertise", don't we?  We have smartphones in our pockets (you're not carrying it around on your hip, are you?), we have Google on our glasses and drones buzzing around our heads that link us full time to the clouds.  We have bursting packets of information and data gliding silkily through our pre-frontal cortex, waiting for our consciousness to purposefully capture bytes from the stream and put them to use to navigate our cars, download the latest novel, reserve a table, empty our bank accounts or find someone to love.

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead: Arturo Fuente Sungrown Bellicoso & Balcones Texas Single Malt

It's summertime, children.  And...(get ready)...the livin' is easy, back of my neck gettin' dirty, gritty; you can stretch right up and touch the sky cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.  I'm high on watermelon cubes doused with lime juice sprinkled with kosher salt served on a platter of bass-driven blues, powered by a Bluetooth linked speaker connected to my pocket-sized Samsung mini-computer.  Lazy days in the rocker binge-watching "Catch a Fire" and "Orange is the New Black", thinking how I get a couple strokes off my golf game and still find time to scrape decades-old pa
Montecristo Relentless

The Indulgence of Uncle Knucklehead: Montecristo Relentless and Teeling Irish Whiskey

Did you ever judge someone too quickly? I mean you jump into a taxi and the cabbie’s got an impenetrable accent and you automatically assume he can’t get you to Action Park, even though Action Park’s been closed for 20 years?   Or you sit down in a sushi restaurant in Salt Lake City and the sushi chef is some guy named Bruce from Boston and you have visions of the botulism ward at a Mormon hospital and all you can come up with is small talk on the last season of “Big Love”?

Uncle Knucklehead Indulges: Ashton Maduro Aged #10 with Glenmorangie Signet

Your Uncle Knucklehead believes in harmony. I didn't always. I used to believe in straight ahead competition, creative conflict that sparks tiny combustions in an 8 cylinder overhead cam engine and drives pistons to power. So I always placed myself in the thick of it: causing trouble when the status quo set up shop; grating against the grain when ideas got tired; walking counter-clockwise just to fuck with people's expectations. Competition breeds heroes, bitches.
Uncle Knucklehead

Uncle Knucklehead Indulges: STEEL by 601 Cigars with Russell's Reserve and Craigellachie 13YO

Everyone leaves a trace of themselves after you meet them.  Sometimes its physical ("hey, you forgot your shoes"); sometimes psychological ("hey, you forgot your neuroses"); but the most alluring is leaving behind their scent.  The ones that linger tend to be the ones attached to good memories: your grandfather's "old guy" smell; mom's kitchen smells; or...that girl.