Bourbon Memories

I inhale the scent, slightly sweet and smokey pungent with the overtones of alcohol to burn. The first taste rolls along the tongue, Rich and Rare Reserve, and I'm tasting you. Smokey, smooth, acrid overtones, just a touch of bitterness enough to recall: highs are only as tall as their lows. The amber floating in the glass reflects that golden brown flecks of your eyes, nose to nose. Swimming in your depths. I close lid and lash to shut out the HD video stream, only to smell leather and Armani blended with a hint of muskiness, and a shiver attacks my spine. You. Slowly, I open my eyes taking one more sip, Ensnared by a smile across my table. Eyes darker, warmer Crown Royal Black floods, heating my cheeks and breast. Yes, it seems I adore my bourbon from Canada, my men from Texas, and my memories rich and rare, and bittersweet.