The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Gasoline Coated Cocktail

It's black and muggy....

a little bit of black ice 
to burn my tongue

A hint of lemon 
for that sour, exotic flavor

I sip and swallow 
cough and puke..

A glass in one hand, a box of matches in the other
a flame, a warm feeling in my throat

and an unquenchable thirst...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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