bourbon art

there was a bourbon called “enigma in a glass”

made from the most magical, even sized, pure, golden, maize

seeded in the magnificent mountain ranges,

hand picked by the mountain workers that worship the grounds

processed in those large wooden canisters that had the scent of an un-lived childhood memory

liquid gold.

which once poured, filled the room with its scent and flavour

that makes you want to stir the glass and breathe it in

that makes you want to keep each sip in your mouth for hours so as to not forget the taste once it is in your gullet

that bourbon: that is art.

that is the little bits of happiness that make life.