Whiskey

Summary

The poem "Whiskey" is a passionate tribute to the experience of savoring whiskey, reflecting on its sensory delights and the intimate relationship between the drinker and the drink.

Abstract

The poem "Whiskey" by an unnamed author, found within the undefined website, is a response to Eli Snow's "Amber 'She made me do it'." It is a celebration of the sensory journey one embarks upon when drinking whiskey. The poem describes the ritual of pouring a glass, the visual allure of the amber liquid, the anticipation of the taste, and the warmth it brings. The author personifies whiskey, creating a dialogue that reveals a deep appreciation and a playful, almost defiant attitude towards the enjoyment of the drink. The poem captures the essence of whiskey as a multifaceted experience, acknowledging its complex flavors, the physical effects it induces, and the hedonistic pleasure derived from it. The author expresses a reluctance to part with the company of whiskey, suggesting a spirited indulgence that borders on excess, yet ultimately embraces the guilt and pleasure that comes with it.

Opinions

The author views whiskey as a companion, emphasizing the shared experience between the drinker and the drink.
There is a clear sensory appreciation for whiskey, from its visual appeal to its aromatic and flavor profiles.
The poem conveys a sense of respect for whiskey, highlighting the ritualistic care taken not to disrespect the drink.
The author acknowledges the bitter-sweet nature of whiskey, recognizing its slightly bitter taste that complements its overall delight.
There is a playful acknowledgment of the potential for overindulgence, with the author hinting at a cycle of guilt and continued drinking.
The poem suggests that the experience of drinking whiskey can lead to a state of euphoric stupor, which the author both fears and desires.
The author seems to wrestle with the idea of responsibility and the temptation to place blame on the whiskey for the indulgence it inspires.
The closing sentiment of "Slainte," a Gaelic toast meaning "health," reflects a cultural appreciation for whiskey and its social customs.

Whiskey

A Response to Eli Snow’s Amber “She made me do it”

I look at you in my glass, It’s your glass too; I would not dare to disrespect You in such a way So as not to share. The way you look, The way you look back at me, All warm, inviting.

So, I bring you close to me, Your smell is tantalising, I touch my lips to our glass Your vapours are exciting.

Every time is a new sensation Of joy, of wonder, A sensation which never disappoints.

So to your flavour, Dancing delight upon my tongue, Slightly bitter, The smoky savour to vaporise And linger a while, To my joy, you are still here.

Warm sensation within my chest, My cheeks flush tingling red Which make my toes curl slightly. A few more sips, Then you have left our glass, Oh !! Fuck! Ha! Time for another !!

Whiskey II

I am enjoying your company So very much Whiskey, How much I enjoy Your sensation!

In fact, I like you more, A little too much maybe, however; I am not going to stop enjoying your Blessed sensations or company.

I refuse, why should I stop? It would be disrespectful To not to engage with you for longer. Or am I greedy?

Not of the Whiskey And all the delights it has to offer.

I’m in the moments of Hedonistic wanton fervour, If you insist I stop I shall go further than I intended.

So please, insist I stop. Give me the needed excuse To delve deeper into The absolute stupor I will find myself in, Guilt-ridden pain only I can Inflict upon myself. Or maybe not, Maybe I will find a way to blame you And start again.

Until the next time, Slainte.

Thank you for *Hic* reading. jjjjJ.

POETRY

Whiskey

Ambrosia

The nectar of the gods.