This week’s post is a little bit different. I’ll be reviewing both a whisky—a Macallan 18-year-old, to be precise—and a cigar I enjoyed while sitting at a Jackson restaurant mulling over how I was going to get an 8’x’5 framed poster from the early 1900s up to Oxford. Before I start my review, I have to tell you how I ended up in a Jackson restaurant mulling over how I was going to get an 8’x’5 framed poster from the early 1900s up to Oxford.
When The Reaper calls you and asks you to go somewhere, you don’t argue or second guess—you just go.