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What's in the teeny tiny bottle@Luxrowdistillers @michterswhiskey @oldforester @fourrosesbourbon @heavenhilldistillery #whiskey #bourbon #podcast #radioshow #hostCo hosts : Made Man Maury, Made Man Brent, Good ol Boy Harmeet, Good ol Boy Justin, Made Man BobSIPS – Get ready for a thrilling ride through the world of whiskey in our Fall Release Episode #1 for 2025! Join the Good Ol' Boys as they dive into a lineup of exceptional spirits recently released. Expect lively banter, insightful tasting notes, and spirited debates as our hosts share their thoughts on each whiskey.From the unique blend of bourbons in Blood Oath to the rich history behind Michter's, this episode is packed with everything you need to know about these sought-after releases. Our hosts will rate each whiskey from 1 to 5 sips, giving you a taste of what to look for on your next trip to the liquor store.Don't miss out on this exciting episode filled with laughter, camaraderie, and, of course, great whiskey!5:35 Blood Oath Pact No. 113 SIPS11:30 Michters 10 Year Rye4 SIPS17:22 Old Forester Birthday Bourbon4 SIPS25:42 Four Roses Limited Edition Small Batch 2025 5 SIPS30:08 Parkers Heritage Collection 20254 SIPS33:49 2025 King of Kentucky5 SIPSinfo@sipssudsandsmokes.comX- @sipssudssmokes IG/FB/Bluesky - @sipssudsandsmokesSips, Suds, & Smokes® is produced by One Tan Hand Productions using the power of beer, whiskey, and golf. Available on Apple Podcasts, YouTube Music, Amazon Music, Pandora, iHeart, and nearly anywhere you can find a podcast.Enjoying that cool Outro Music, it's from Woods & Whitehead – Back RoadsDownload your copy here:https://amzn.to/2XblorcThe easiest way to find this award winning podcast on your phone is ask Alexa, Siri or Google, “Play Podcast , Sips, Suds, & Smokes” Credits:TITLE: Maxwell Swing / FlapperjackPERFORMED BY: Texas GypsiesCOMPOSED BY: Steven R Curry (BMI)PUBLISHED BY: Alliance AudioSparx (BMI)COURTESY OF: AudioSparxTITLE: Back RoadsPERFORMED BY: Woods & WhiteheadCOMPOSED BY: Terry WhiteheadPUBLISHED BY: Terry WhiteheadCOURTESY OF: Terry WhiteheadPost production services : Pro Podcast SolutionsAdvertising sales: Contact us directlyContent hosting services: Talk Media Network, Audioport, Earshot, Radio4All, & PodBeanProducer: Made Man BobExecutive Producer: Good ol Boy MikeWhiskey Tasting, Blood Oath Pack No. 11, Michter'S 10 Year Rye, Old Forester Birthday Bourbon, Four Roses Limited Edition, Parker'S Heritage Collection, King Of Kentucky 2025, Bourbon Reviews, Distillery Insights, Craft Whiskey, Whiskey Enthusiasts, Spirits Podcast, Tasting Notes, Whiskey Ratings, Limited Release Bourbons, Bourbon History, Whiskey Community, American Whiskey, Whiskey Culture, Sipping Experiences

Send us a textScotland's red meat goes global! Tune in as our host Claire Taylor deep dives in the highlights, insights and opportunities from Anuga 2025 – one of the world's biggest food and drink trade shows.Hear from Kate Rowell, Iain Macdonald, Tom Gibson and Mairi Gougeon MSP on exports, opportunity and the power of provenance.Here is a link to all episodes of QMS's podcast https://qmscotland.co.uk/news-media/qms-podcast

Send us a textIycil ist keine Ranterin von Natur aus, aber es gibt ein paar Dinge, die sie komisch findet: mehrere Rufzeichen hintereinander, das scharfe s, das Thema Strichpunkt; Mütter ohne spatial awareness, die einfach im Weg stehen bleiben; Menschen, die sich über Lärm in der Stadt aufregen: „Wenn's dir nicht gefällt, hau ab – zieh auf's Land!“. Und am meisten stört Iycil eine negative Grundeinstellung: „Leute, die das G'sch*ssene sehen, schmälern mein Leben“ oder „Leute, die sagen ‚ich bin so dumm!‘ – ich möchte dann weinen und sie umarmen." Wir reden auch über Magie, Wahrsagerinnen und die Integration des Spirituellen ins Leben. Und das alles bei Scotch und Fischli. Like, Share, Subscribe!#rantsville #podcast #petpeeves #rantDu willst mit-ranten? Schreib uns: Schick deine eigenen pet peeves (kleine Dinge, die dich riesig nerven), Fragen, Meinungen und Kommentare an Helmut unter 0699-1-237 50 83Begriffsdefinitionen RANT Engl. für: Schimpfkanonade · Schimpftirade · Wutgeheul · WutredeGoogle: „Die Person, die sich das Geschimpfe anhört, wird nicht beachtet, und oft ist der Vorgang für den Zuhörer nicht einvernehmlich. Es wird extrem toxisch, da die Person, die emotional ablädt, oft nicht in der Lage ist, eine konstruktive Bemerkung oder einen Ratschlag zu geben. Der ganze Prozess lässt keinen Raum für eine Lösung.“Etymologie: Rant kommt aus dem Niederländischen ranten, „Unsinn reden“.Der erste dokumentierte Gebrauch von rant stammt aus dem Ende des sechzehnten Jahrhunderts, aus Shakespeares Die lustigen Weiber von Windsor.VILLE Urban dictionary: „Populäres Suffix, das häufig als Verstärker an ein beliebiges Wort angehängt wird, etwa: ‚hoe ville‘: eine Stadt voller Schlampen“PET PEEVE „Das Lieblingsärgernis“; ein kleines Ärgernis, das einen immer wieder aufs neue auf die Palme bringt.Danke fürs Zuhören und fürs Teilen!Cover Art: Cat AsenguaMusik: Helmut Stekl und Michael „Mitch“ Dörfler, www.tripbox.com#rant #ranting #rantsville #complaining #petpeeves #jammern #beschweren #negativ

It's another Bourbon Boos review, and this week Clifton braves one of the strangest bottles yet — Buchanan's Pineapple “Spirit Drink.”

Dave, Jack, Nastassia, Quinn, Joe, and a caller turn “no-tangent Monday” into a focused run of kitchen opinions and practical technique. Jack recaps China trip eats and questions the culinary payoff of hot pot vs. the social vibe. The crew debates DIY dining (fondue, hot pot), ordering strategy, and server trust, with classic Luger/Rao's anecdotes. Quinn's Canadian Thanksgiving menu features turkey mole and sparks a deep dive on flour-tortilla mechanics (Sonoran/White vs. soft wheat; protein, hydration, chew).A listener calls in with a home-martini problem: freezer gin, dilution on ice vs. stirred, chilling limits, and a batching tip (stir to proper dilution, bottle with air excluded, quick-freeze before service). Lab corner hits common pain points: rotovap foam control (vacuum “kill” venting, boil-over sensors, frit/Scotch-Brite in the vapor path, bump traps), water-core apples (why it happens, flavor/storage tradeoffs), stabilizing lacto hot sauces (xanthan ≈0.25%), and walnut-butter astringency from skins (use dairy applications to blunt tannins; next time, skin the nuts). Practical notes include how to pack Scotch bonnets for travel (dry, ventilated, non-refrigerated short-term is fine), freeze-dried berries in ice cream (account for sugar/solids), and a quick cameo of Dave's Jäger spritz spec. Carbonated-dairy troubleshooting is queued for next week. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 11 Weekend Drama In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             We make the friends we have, not the ones we want, because they are people, not tools                       "Hi, I'm Rio," my buddy muttered darkly as she followed me inside, "I'm the girl standing next to the guy you just mugged." Allison went pounding up the stairs and I was left to a chorus of 'Hi, Zane', and we even got a few 'Hey, Metal Girl' greetings (Rio had all fourteen of her piercings back in). Right as Leigh, dressed in super-tight jeans and a pink bra, and Allison came down the stairs, Tawny came from the direction of the kitchen. "Zane," Leigh and Tawny said one right after the other, but Tawny's carried the greater weight. "Zane, we need to talk," Tawny demanded. Rio growled menacingly. "I apologize. Hello, Rio." There was a hush in the room and even Leigh looked contrite. "Zane, Kappa Sigma does not condone violence of any kind. If you ever thought we wanted you fighting our battles for us, you were sorely mistaken," Tawny explained. "Are we clear?" "Okay, I understand, but, how did you know? I didn't tell anyone anything about what was said," I wondered. "You should have never put your neck out for these Sorority bitches," Rio snapped. "Hang on, Rio. I did what I did for my own reasons, not for them," I calmed my friend. Rio was clearly not making friends but Tawny held up her hands for peace. "You didn't even tell her, your best friend, did you?" Tawny smiled with surprised satisfaction. "Christina knows, but that is understandable and she's told no one except me." I looked at her for some explanation. "It seems two co-eds from the University thought you might be in trouble and followed you. They covered your exit from the building, the argument, and the fight that followed," Tawny grinned. "They posted it on their site. By 10:00 this morning, everyone knew." "Except for us idiots with limited internet access," groaned Rio. "My fellow Kappa Sigma presidents wanted to make sure everyone knew that we had nothing to do with your actions," she completed. "That being said," she stepped up and hugged me, "Thank you." I received a round of applause from the gathered sisters. "Fine. Would someone tell me what my idiot friend did?" Rio griped. "Rio," Leigh snickered as she snuck to my side and wrapped an arm around me, "those three assholes called the Kappa Sigma House a bunch of whores and then told him they were going to rape Chastity and Hope, then come and rape Paris and me when they were done." And that's when Rio hit me. "Moron, why couldn't you tell the police this? They don't put you in jail for defending women under imminent threat," Rio snapped. "I think that was the point," Tawny sighed at Rio. "He didn't want to drag us into what was essentially his choice; just like he kept Chastity and Hope out of things." "Because he's a dumb-shit," Rio declared. "Rio," Tawny groaned, "be happy Zane has personality to spare, because you work really hard at having no other friends. I put up with your crap because Zane thinks the world of you and he's not been wrong about a person yet." "Wow, Tawny, I'm so touched," Rio sneered sarcastically. Before anything else could happen I grabbed Rio by her nipple chain and elevated it rapidly. "Ow, ow, ow, whimpered Rio. "That hurts!" "It supposed to," I glowered. "You are acting crazy. The Kappa Sigs are being nice and all you are doing is burning through the weekend time I've devoted to you." I let go and her hands flew up to her offended flesh. "You had better kiss them and make them better," Rio glared at me while cupping her nipples. "I promise," I pledged. "Fine. Tawny, all you Kappa Sigs, I apologize for being, unfriendly," Rio ground out. "Okay," Tawny allowed. "Now, Zane, what brings you here tonight?" "Zane came here to see me," Leigh grinned, as she started tugging me toward the stairs. "Leigh," Paris questioned, "don't you have a date tonight?" Leigh looked guilty. "Zane, why are you here?" Tawny asked again. "Actually, I need help with my English term paper. I'm doing it on Edmund Burke and I was hoping to use the UV library," I told her. "Of course," Tawny nodded. "I'll get the pledges to figure what books and archival material we have on Burke and I'm sure we can find a few volunteers to check out what you need." "Thanks, Tawny. And on that note, I do really have to get going. I promised Aunt Jill we'd help with dinner," I smiled. Tawny grinned in response and waved me away. A series of 'bye's followed, after which Rio and I made our way back home. "So, are you upset that I didn't tell you what happened?" I inquired. "Nah," Rio shrugged. "I imagine you were trying to avoid the beating I would have given you had I found out this morning." "Thank you for understanding," I commented. "No problem; you are my bro," she snorted. "Do you still want me to work over your nipples?" I asked. "Is the Pope Catholic?" Rio smirked. Passing the Night in Confusion I sat at one end of the sofa, Rio stretched out with her head in my lap as we digested our dinners. Jill sat on the chair closest to me, watching TV but stealing an overprotective glance my way from time to time. My aunt and I had a serious argument earlier about where Rio would sleep. She had insisted that Rio sleep in the guest room Barbie Lynn had used last weekend. I had held adamant to the fact that it didn't matter where we put her, Rio would end up in bed with me. I swore on the Bible that I wouldn't have sex with her if Jill relented and let Rio stay in my bed over the weekend instead. I won out through persistence and because I went down on my knees and begged. To add to the weirdness, Rio was downright affectionate. No, she was not feeling me up or attempting to arouse me; she snuggled against me and would occasionally rub my knee while I stroked her hair, ear, and jawline gently. At 10:00 we agreed to call it a day. Rio was kind enough to only shed her jeans once we were in my room. Rio draped an arm over my stomach and her thigh over my thigh as we drifted off to sleep. It was wonderful contact because the sexual elements were submerged to keep the moment uncomplicated. It was so special that I was disappointed when I woke up hours later with Rio lying on top of my body and my cock had, of course, responded. Damn it. "Zane, there is someone at the window," she whispered to me. It then occurred to me that Rio had been crawling over me to get to my window, which was over a trellis. It was the route Leigh had used last week too. We both scooted off the bed and went to the window. It was Paris, not Leigh. "Zane, Leigh needs you," Paris pleaded softly once we opened the window for her to get in. "Let me get dressed," I responded quietly, this being necessary because I sleep in the nude. "I'm coming too," Rio hissed. We quickly got on some jeans and I put on a shirt before we snuck through the house and out the front door. Bare-footed, we crossed over to the Kappa Sigma house and up to Leigh and Paris' room. Leigh was curled up on her bed, a pillow hugged to her chest and her back to the door. Paris stepped aside and let me in. I padded up to Leigh's bed and sat beside her. Paris and Rio fidgeted by the door a bit before migrating toward Paris' bed where they could keep an eye on us. "You don't need to be here," Leigh mumbled. She'd been crying. "I heard a rumor that you needed someone to talk to," I teased her. She didn't comment for a bit. "Zane, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "About what?" I asked as I moved her so she was facing me on her side. "The video; I didn't think about how badly it could impact your life, what people would think of you," she muttered. "Don't worry about it; I'll cope," I assured her. "I'm not sure I can," she simpered. "Tell me what happened," I encouraged. "There was this guy on campus I knew since last semester. Tuesday he asked me out. We went out on a date but he forgot his wallet so I paid for dinner, and we went back to his apartment to get it before heading out to a club," she told me. "The thing was, he had two friends over and while he went to his room to get his wallet, they began talking about me, about you and me. I wanted to bolt but he convinced me to stay and have a drink. When I tried to leave they got physical, and only when I started screaming did they let me get out of there," she related. "Who is he?" I asked calmly. "No," Leigh sighed, "I don't want you to hurt him. It is my fault for not thinking that everyone would see me as a slut." "You are not a slut and anyone who thinks so is an insecure ass and not worth your time. That video was a single snapshot of your life; it doesn't define you," I stated. "But all those girls now treat you, she murmured. "If they treat me like crap, I move on. Listen Leigh, don't let a few people who could never look past your cup size ruin what was a good time for you, Paris, and I. We don't need them because we still have each other; right?" I insisted. Leigh snuggled into me and sighed away some of her tension. "Can you stay awhile?" Leigh asked softly. "You have to ask Rio; this is her weekend after all," I reminded Leigh. "Sure, he can stay," grumbled Rio playfully, "but scoot over; I'm joining you two." I was on the outside, Leigh was tight up against me, her head pressed into my neck, and Rio was against the wall, her front pressed into Leigh's back and her arm over both of us. "Zane, what am I going to do on Monday? What are they going to say now?" Leigh whispered. "Laugh; laugh against the darkness, because while we can laugh, we cannot be defeated," I told her. "When someone asks about it, tell them he was such a disappointment you left." "I was going to say, call him a psycho-rapist scumbag," Rio snarled, "but if you feel nice, listen to what Zane said." Leigh gave a weary snicker. "Thanks, Paris," she called over to her roommate. "You are welcome, Sister," Paris responded. I set Leigh's alarm for four in the morning and settled in for a short night's rest. When the buzzing woke the three of us up, I rolled out of bed, Rio climbed out over Leigh, and we kissed Leigh goodbye. On the way down the stairs we stumbled across Tawny sitting by the pool. "Hey, Zane, Rio," she said. "Good morning, Tawny," I responded. Rio was silent. "Zane, if she had given you his name, would you have gone and kicked his ass?" she questioned. "No; that wouldn't have done Leigh any good. I'd have found another way to get at him, but I'd have taken my time," I replied. "I'd like to think I occasionally learn something." "Thank you, Zane, for the answer and coming to help Leigh; you too, Rio," Tawny smirked. "You know me," Rio chuckled, "I'll never pass up a chance to grab some of that cheap Sorority tail." "Rio, you have a good friend in Zane; don't lose him," Tawny advised her. "I know; I'm getting a dog collar and leash for Christmas so I can keep him in line," Rio beamed to Tawny. Tawny chuckled and shook her head in amusement. "Just for that, you get to sleep on the floor for the rest of the morning," I grumbled to Rio. "You try that, Jungle-Boy," Rio snapped playfully as we made our way to the property line. "I'm going to staple-gun your bra to the floor," I explained. "I'm not wearing a bra," Rio snorted. "Yeah, wrestling you into one is going to be half the fun," I teased her. Rio laughed and took off running. We were still snickering over events when we snuck back into my room. Aunt Jill was curled up on my side of the bed asleep in her nightgown. Rio looked at me questioningly and all I could do was shrug. I walked over to the bell and knelt beside Jill. "Zane, I came in to check on you and you two were gone," she yawned. "Leigh had a bad date and Paris asked me to go over and have a talk with her," I related. "Did you, have sex with her?" Jill asked as he propped herself up on one elbow. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the partially buttoned top. I tried not to ogle. "No," Rio interjected. "He held her hand and let her rest her head on his shoulder until she fell asleep. Trust me; I kept an eye on them the entire time." "Yes," I confirmed Rio's statement, "she had been treated shabbily and needed to talk to a guy." "Zane, do you really want to be sneaking into young women's bedrooms well past midnight?" Jill inquired, somewhat exasperated. My initial answer would be 'Yes', but that certainly wouldn't be the correct one for right now. "Jill, it would have been unchristian to have ignored a neighbor's request for aid," I suggested. "After all, it was Leigh that saw to it that I didn't totally screw up your new clothes collection." Jill digested that bit of news with conflicted emotions. "Let's go to bed," I yawned. Jill stared at me, so I stepped over her and collapsed on the bed. Rio winked at me and walked around to the far side of the bed, wiggled out of her jeans and climbed in on her side of the bed. I was still in my jeans mainly because I didn't have underwear on. "Night, Aunt Jill," I muttered before dropping off. It was inevitable that bedroom dynamics would push me to the edge of the bed. Rio has the habit of wrapping herself around her bed partner while she sleeps, it is a body-heat issue. It seems that Jill does the same thing, so as the skyline went from night to grey, the heat of their combined bodies woke me up. For a moment I thought I was the only one awake but I felt Rio's hand run along my thigh to my crotch. She moved her hand up and down over it for a few moments when I felt her head tilt and her look at me. Our eyes locked and a wicked glint came into her eyes. Her hand wandered over my hip to Jill's thigh that was resting there. I incrementally shook my head but Rio flexed her eyebrows in amusement, refusing my warning. Instead, she inched Jill's gown up and began tracing a finger along its length. Jill stirred but fell silent in a moment. "Don't!" I hissed. Rio gave me a toothy grin in response. I couldn't move my arm that was pinned by Jill but I could maneuver the one next to Rio. I wiggled my arm between her legs and she ground against me, trying to press me too tight to get free. Upping her game, Rio reached up and scooped up Jill's right breast. Jill stirred and we both froze. "Stop it!" I hissed. "Her nipple is so hard in my hand," she taunted me. Jill shifted, causing her gown to shift up to her hips when her leg moved, and dropping her hand on my abdomen while pressing her groin against my wrist. When she went still, Rio went back to massaging her breast. First came the moans, then Jill's hips gently pumped against me, and finally her eyes sleepily opened. Rio and I had shut our eyes barely a second ago but it seemed enough to make her believe we were still asleep. It took her another second to figure out where Rio's hand was, then another to figure out that pressure between her legs was my wrist and hand. She stiffened and held her breath. Slowly she started to untangle herself but I felt Rio's hand flex. "Ah," Jill gasped. Her hand flattened against my stomach and her body trembled. Jill kept very still for several moments and I figured she'd take the opportunity to slip out of bed and let me settle down for some more sleep. She did move; her head rose and I'm sure she was looking over me and Rio for signs of life. She slowly put her head back down and moved her hand around in slow circles on my stomach. Jill kissed my shoulder softly but I elected to stir anyway, causing her to feign sleep as well. Rio couldn't let things go, though. She gave Jill's breast a squeeze, then another, followed by a low moan on my friend's part. I really needed to kick Rio. Jill began to rub her crotch along my arm while flitting her hand down to the zipper on my jeans. Reflexively my hand stroked her thigh just below the panty line. For over a minute Jill kept her tempo against me slow but steady. "Zane?" groaned Rio, pretending to just be awakened. Jill slowly withdrew. Rio gave Jill's breast one last feel. "That's not Zane," Rio whispered for dramatic effect, then louder, "Jill?" "Oh, what? Huh?" Jill stammered. "Umm, is that your hand?" "Oh," Rio mused, then gave yet another squeeze, "Whoops; that would be me. Sorry." "I, what are you doing?" Jill whispered. "I was having this sweet dream," Rio grinned back. "I, you, my," Jill questioned. I took that moment to stir and open my eyes. "What's going on?" I yawned. "Nothing," Jill declared abruptly. "I should get up and make breakfast." "Jill, it is still dark outside," I smiled. "Let's go back to bed." "I'll go to my bed, Zane. You get back to sleep and I'll wake you at 7:00," Jill assured me. She backed out of bed and quickly made for the door. "You are going to pay for this," I grumbled to Rio. She rolled onto her stomach. "That's right, Big Daddy, spank my bottom and call me a bad girl," she giggled. "Oh, God!" I groaned to the ceiling. "You are incorrigible." "If it is any consolation, I wuv you," Rio batted her eyelashes. I swatted her panty-covered bottom; she giggled and I willed myself back to sleep. Saturday with Rio and so much more. The First Game The first soccer game of the season was against Braydon College in Maryland. They were a very exclusive private co-ed college but were large enough to have both a women's and men's team. Today was Christina's second match-up against Braydon. Last year they had beaten her and she was holding a grudge, or so the scuttleass said. As the half-time break rolled around, the teams had managed a 1-1 tie. Three Braydon players in their black shirts and burgundy shorts crossed the field and were intercepted by Christina, in white and gold, on the sidelines. A brief discussion ensued, then Christina looked over her shoulder and up into the stands close to where I was sitting with Rio. Iona was at my dorm, taking care of things. Faith came up the stands to me with a quizzical look and motioned me to come with her. "What's up, Faith?" I asked, as I stood up and followed her to the field. Rio followed along. "Some of the Braydon players wanted to see you," Faith explained. "Who do you know at Braydon?" "Not a clue," I shrugged. "I'd never even heard of the place until I saw the team's schedule." As we walked up, several more FFU players had gathered around the Braydon trio. "I am Kinu Yamada, Captain of the Braydon Women's Soccer team and Kappa Sigma President," the leader turned and greeted me. "You, look better in other attire." "They field test this stuff to be the ultimate in female repellent," I grinned, referring to my school uniform. "Now, is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid I don't know who you are." "Well, Braydon's Kappa Sigmas are in a contest with several other houses for that Spring Break weekend with you and I wanted to see what we were getting into," Kinu grinned. "Weekend?" Christina and I said simultaneously. "I recall the original offer being one night and Brianna Kincaid of Colorado State being the one I was pledged to," I added. "We decided to up the ante for the purpose of a contest," Kinu stated. "What contest, Ms. Yamada?" Christina inquired with a guarded tone. "The House with the best G P A and athletic record gets to send three sisters to share the weekend with Zane Braxton," Kinu explained. "He agreed to this?" Christina questioned. "He did not," I corrected. "Unless Briana releases me from my obligation, I can't do any of that stuff. She is the one I'm indebted to." "She has done so for the sake of her sisterhood," Kinu informed me. "Are you still up for the challenge?" "I'll do it for the sake of Lancaster's Kappa Sigma House, but I'll leave the final decision up to Christina, leader of our faction here at Freedom Fellowship," I declared. Christina appeared to think it over a bit before finally nodding her head. "FFU owes Tawny Flores and the rest of the local house a debt and if Zane is willing to pay it off for us, we'll support your contest and his decision, though it will take place at FFU's Spring Break location." "I'll let everyone know," Kinu grinned before turning and crossing back to their side of the field. "Christina, where is our Spring Break location?" I whispered to her. "I haven't a clue, Zane. Christian school girls don't do Spring Break," she replied. "I'll come up with something." I wished her luck and headed up into the stands. "Barely a B-cup, but did you catch the ass on that sweet slice of Asian cuisine?" Rio panted. "I wouldn't know; those were the most intense brown eyes I've ever seen. That's a woman who knows what she wants and will cut a bloody swath to get it," I observed. "So, you didn't notice her breast size?" Rio teased. "I didn't say that, she's a 32 B, but she has large areoles and nipples as thick as my pinkie," I told her. "How do you know that shit?" Rio gawked. "Mom took me lingerie shopping when I was younger and I picked up on how the saleswomen did their jobs," I replied. "Your Mom took you lingerie shopping? My Mom could barely tell me how to use a tampon," Rio griped. "Mom told me that the only thing worse than buying a woman lingerie for her birthday was buying it in the wrong size," I related. "You buy those things on your birthday for your lady to look sexy in, for you to enjoy." "Your Mom sounds pretty neat," Rio mused. "Mom had a way of tricking you into thinking she was your friend, not your Mother, then she'd sneak this lesson in on you; like lingerie shopping, or not getting a pet you couldn't devote the time to," I told her. "She'd have loved you." "Hardy, har, har," Rio snorted. "Seriously, you're similar enough to have gotten along, but not so much that it would be creepy," I explained. "She didn't take crap from anyone; not my Dad, my Granddad, or even her old man. She'd never abandon a friend either." "I'm not like that, Zane," Rio muttered sadly. "If you've left someone, it was because they weren't your friend, Rio," I assured her. "You are such an idiot," she grumbled, but she did put her hand in mine. "Let's fuck tonight." "Nope; we promised Jill we wouldn't, and besides, next time I nail you I want you on all fours, with me pounding your cunt raw while yanking your head back with a big handful of your hair," I envisioned for us. "Would you like that?" "Damn straight," Rio licked her lips. "Well, tough, next time we get together I'm going to make long, passionate love to you," I grinned. "I prefer option A," she prodded me. "I know, but that's only because you've never had option B," I countered. "Zane, sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a cheap slut," Rio instructed. "Has someone ever spent a whole night devoted to nothing less than having sex with you?" I asked. "Yes, of course," Rio grumbled. "I'm freaking Cleopatra. I've got guys lining up the block." "Well, damn; I guess we are back to bending you over and slamming you like a cheap slut," I teased. "I see I'm too much of a woman for you," she sneered with amusement. "That's a challenge I'm willing to take up, Rio. If you think you can stand up to whatever I can think up for you, I'm willing to prove you wrong," I grinned. "I'll make it fun; I'll bring Mercy and have her be a piece of furniture," Rio suggested. "I still don't know how that happened," I said, in reference to Rio's relationship to Mercy. "I'm not sure either," Rio confessed. "Maybe being such a pervert myself, I bring out perversions in those around me. Only Iona seems immune." "Oh, it looks like Rhaine, Joy, Mercy, and I are going to have a round two," I remembered. "Oh, I want part of that," Rio brightened up, "I am going to fuck Rhaine so hard she won't walk straight for a week. You let her off too easy last time." "No," I shook my finger. "I'm not sure how this is going to play out so if you want Rhaine, you are going to have to seduce her all on your own." "Crapola," Rio bitched. "I'll have to settle for corrupting Felicity first but I'll get Rhaine one day, mark my words." Our attention was drawn back to the game when Opal scored our second goal of the day, propelling us to the lead. Apparently, the battle had become quite brutal while Rio and I had been talking. There was nothing like woman-on-woman combat to keep Rio's attention and for the rest of the second half we watched the game with interest. In the end, FFU pulled it out 4-3, but that was only because both goalies put in heroic performances. No one charged the field after the final seconds slipped away because apparently they frown on that in the United States, but I still made my way down to congratulate my fellow students. In the gentle press of bodies I came across Opal who spun on me, jumped into my arms and took my breath away with a kiss. Since this was not the norm for FFU student interaction, I did my best to look embarrassed while keeping Opal pressed up against me. "Congrats on the win," I smiled. "We get to keep you," Opal exulted. Huh? "Christina told us that if we lost, we had to give you to Braydon for the rest of the day and night, but we showed them, didn't we?" "Yes, right, you sure did," I stuttered. A few more teammates stopped by and gave me a slap on the back, or ass, while I hung onto Opal, but I had to disentangle myself because I still wanted to have a word with Christina. I hadn't traveled ten more feet when Kinu appeared before me. "Sorry," she told me with a smile. "Sorry, for losing?" I questioned. Her ponytail had become ragged during the game so I pushed some strands out of her face and hooked them behind her ear, which only made her smile broader. "No. I'm sorry we won't have another chance at you until Regionals," she grinned lasciviously. "There is something I don't get; you are a co-ed school. I'm the only guy on this campus, which explains some of my charm, but you look like you could have any guy on your campus you want, so what's up with this contest?" I inquired. "I don't know," she chuckled, "but it could be that you fuck like a stallion and a girl feels like a million bucks when you are done. You know, something like that." She reached out and ran her fingers down my chest to the top of my pants. "One thing; get a fake ID because I know any girl who gets you is going to want to take you to a few clubs, you need to look 21." "Yeah," Rio snorted, "because Zane doesn't have enough problems with the law already." "Excuse me," Christina said right after that, putting her hand on Kinu's. "I believe any confusion concerning Zane has been rectified." "For now," Kinu allowed, looking from my eyes to Christina's. "See you at Regionals." Kinu turned and with a flip of her long ponytail made her way to the far side of the field. "You wagered Zane!" Rio squawked to Christina, "After all the crap you give him?" "We won so we don't have to worry about what Kinu would have made him do," the Queen answered. "Shower up," I saluted Christina, "and congratulations on the win. I know you were looking forward to it." "We look forward to winning every game," Christina grinned. "So do I; maybe we can celebrate later at the Solarium," I suggested. "We have to take the Braydon team out to a late lunch, then the post-game meeting with the Coach, but maybe later," Christina allowed. She turned and sauntered away and I was more than willing to watch that ass move beneath those shorts. "She is so going to kill you when she finds out," Rio whispered in my ear. "She'll forgive me, but it may take some time," I explained. "When she sided with me, she accepted a certain degree of ruthlessness on my part." "You think you are being ruthless?" Rio sneered. "When you have everything else in life, what you value most is trust, Rio," I stated. "Now let's go see how my room is getting along." Dana Gorman was righteously pissed when she came storming up to my dorm 'room'. A dozen students rapidly made themselves scarce as word of her imminent arrival was made known. "I don't know how you did this, Zane, but I'm putting a stop to this right now," she snapped. "What? Everything I'm doing, I have permission for," I grinned, and I was pretty happy she didn't knock my teeth out of my head when she rounded on me. "That's bullshit! You forged my signature on those entry permits," she snarled. "Nope. You signed them, though it is most likely you thought you were signing something else at the time," I confessed. "This isn't some kind of game," she countered. "All of this stuff is going back to wherever you bought it from." "Hauling things away will be on your dime," I said. "You and the Chancellor did give me permission to fix my place up and that is what I've done. You will note that all my contractors are women, per school regulations." "And all this furniture? When did we give permission to have all of this put in?" Gorman countered. "You may not like it but I'm not doing anything illegal," I pointed out. "It doesn't mean I can't tear it all down," she growled. "Dana, you and the other facility promised me this space. Go ahead and tear it all down. I'll just find another way to do it," I promised. "You are an insufferable little prick," she hissed. "Yeah, I can be," I agreed, "but at least I haven't done all of this for my sole benefit. I made it for the whole freshman class." Dana looked around the room. "It is not like I need the whole floor for myself, after all." "What have you done?" she grumbled. "I've made a place for the freshman class to hang out. Since it is my dorm room, they are safe from upper classmen," I reminded her. Gorman glared at me, then went back to soaking up the surroundings. "Wide-Screen TVs, drink dispensers, what is that?" Dana observed. "Umm, our hot tub," I grinned nervously. "And that, the coach continued. "Those would be the showers and the sauna," I answered. "Zane, have you lost your God-damn mind?" Dana seethed. "We are not going to let you keep any of that stuff." "Well, it is 4:00 o'clock now and the installers are either finished or almost finished, so I guess you can try to find someone willing to take it down tomorrow but that's going to cost an arm and a leg," I mused. Dana rounded on me and stuck her finger in my face. "Zane, I, gurr," she growled. "Aargh!" she howled, then stormed off back downstairs. Iona came skulking up to my side. "Did we pull it off?" she whispered. "Yeah, yeah, I think we did," I responded. Cordelia and Paige came right up behind her. "So, can we hook up the satellite dishes now?" Cordelia asked. "I don't think she'll be back tonight so I'd appreciate it if you got it done before dark," I told her. "One thousand channels coming up," Cordelia smirked, "and I have to say, this is going to be my second favorite place to hang out." "I don't know, Cordelia," Paige said in a considerate tone, "what can help you deal better with a hard day of coding than a sauna and a V-8?" "Was that all you are interested in?" Iona questioned. "I was curious why I found you crawling under the covers of Zane's bed." The albino Paige blushed furiously. "The sensation is far superior when you do it naked, Paige," I stated with a gleam in my eye. "Feel free to come by sometime and try it out." Instead of responding, Paige stalked off to fix up the telecommunications gear. Cordelia snickered and followed after her. "Where is Rio?" Iona wondered. "She went hunting for Mercy, but she needs to get back in the next half hour if I'm going to make it back to Jill's by five," I informed her. The plan had been one part deception and one part splitting of resources. We had let the powers that be know the move was being made Sunday when it was really happening today. With the first game of the season, we had campus security looking at the game and not at us. We had the proper forms for what we were accomplishing that baffled the few security types we had to deal with. By the time Coach Gorman broke free from the team, it was essentially too late to stop us. Monday would bring what Monday would bring, but today we had our victory. Besides, we had the new door in place and that would make any operations by the administration against my digs much harder. My contractors informed me they would have everything up and running by 9:00 tonight. Rio was the first to arrive but Christina and company arrived with the three Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, almost all of them expecting to see a single room. Christina was once more pissed with me and I knew that attitude would get worse before it got better. "Christina, and ladies, please come with me to my room. I have an important situation to discuss," I pleaded. Catching sight of Brandi, I flagged her over. "Brandi, could you show our guests from Braydon around while I take care of a piece of personal business?" "Kinu, Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, I'll be with you in a minute and apologize for the delay," I told them with a nod of the head before heading off to my room and activating the rooms 'cut off' switch. Rio and Iona came with me, along with Christina, Hope, Chastity, Heaven, and Faith. "You told the Seniors that you were doing this on Sunday and I made plans for us to help you, Zane," Christina rounded on me. "I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary to finding out something important; namely, who was spying on you," I informed everyone in the room but Rio. I hadn't even told Iona the whole truth. "What was the purpose of this deception, Zane, this lie?" Christina questioned me harshly. "Someone in this room betrayed Heaven's secret and a few other pieces of information that have been floating around a very small circle of people, things like me moving in today," I began. "Oh, and Iona doesn't know the secret, so Iona, I hope you understand that certain things are not for me to share with you, but I trust you enough to have you here with me now." "So that's why you told Hope and I your little secret about today," Chastity stated coldly. "You were testing us. I'm not sure I like that." Hope looked even less pleased. "Yes and no; I actually was only testing Hope. I already knew you weren't the one," I replied to Chastity. Again, Hope didn't seem all that happy. "But I didn't get raided today so it wasn't either of you. For obvious reasons, Christina isn't spying on herself, and it would be a cold day in Hell before Heaven would betray Christina, so, Faith, you have been working with the Chancellor against us," I laid it out. Faith gasped fearfully. "Faith has been with me since sophomore year," Christina defended her friend, "which is a sight longer than I've known you." "Two things: it had to be someone who knew that secret, and only the people in this room, one police officer, and the Chancellor know. The cop didn't betray us and Rio didn't know until after the threat," I clarified. "If you have another explanation of the facts, please let me know," I confronted Christina. "Face it, the Chancellor knew you would be a force at this University late in your freshmen year, so she chose someone to get close to you, to keep an eye on you so she could manipulate you when the time came." Christina refused to believe me but I noted Heaven, Hope, and Chastity were all staring at Faith. "It's not so," Faith declared. "Oh, I guess you want to see all the logs of your communications with the Chancellor, then, eh, Faith?" I goaded her. "You weren't as careful as you thought." "Oh, God," Faith whispered. "No, " "Damn it, Faith," Christina rumbled, "that was the most obvious trick in the book. He had no other evidence against you. He fooled you. After all, he didn't even know it was you until late this morning." She placed a hand on Heaven's shoulder because Heaven was about to lose it. "I'd thank you, Zane," Christina said in a suddenly weary voice, "but what I really want to do is punch your lights out." "What do we do about Faith?" Chastity questioned. "Nothing," I butted in. "This doesn't involve you," Hope grumbled. "I beg to differ," I said, "I like all of you and it pisses me off that you are suffering, but this isn't Faith's fault; it is the Chancellor's. If you dump on Faith, she will know we've discovered Faith's role. If we do nothing, we can now feed information to her, but only what we want her to know." "Butt out, Zane," Heaven responded coldly. "No. If you fight yesterday's battles, we get our asses kicked. There is no profit in it for us," I kept hammering away. "She was our friend and she betrayed us," Chastity fired away. "You wouldn't understand." "What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay." "I may not have been with you for the past three years but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's insulting," I growled. "Zane is right," Christina declared decisively. "We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow. Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy anger. "Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans." "He had us set up Christina ,  and Faith," Hope seethed back. "And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't do this, turn on one of our own, so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again." Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless shrug then followed. "I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone. "We had a traitor in our midst?" "Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked. "I'm stunned too," I stated. "By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go according to your plan, whatever that was?" "No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the unbearable tension I was feeling right then. "I see your point," Iona smiled shyly. "Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too. There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place. "This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told me. "Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page." "It has all your background information, plus tons of photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house, or the Kappa Sigma House," "Yay me," I cheered sarcastically. "There's this really nice one of you out in the woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really, intriguing how you picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye for detail." "Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't suck," I groaned. "Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close to her lips, "you have a fan club." "I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her. "That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands across my stomach before following Kinu away. "Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat." "It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those Sorority sluts," Rio snickered. "Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could look after you," Iona sighed. "Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something stupid?" "Certainly not me," chirped Rio. "Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name." "That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway." "Lie to them," Rio responded. "No, tell them it is a learning experience and that about a dozen girls, and me, will be watching over you," I told her, "Your parents trust you and for good reason." "Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm there?" Iona asked me. "Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged her. "I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family went." "For the love of God!" gasped Rio, "Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do a little more work before the day was done. Breaking Down Walls, Mending Fences It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been fidgeting in and raced to answer it. "Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee, and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face. Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife, and Felicity Tolliver, fianc to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure. "Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I greeted them. "Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most disarming smile. "Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation project at school, we students, and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished so you can, ya know, give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying. "Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious. "Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me. I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting. "Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in. "I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north side of town," Felicity sighed. "I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have many possessions." "I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the weekends." That seemed to perk things up. "But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's, girlfriend?" Felicity wondered. "Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their wing and made me feel like a daughter, and a sister." How Jill stopped herself from choking at the, exaggeration was putting it kindly, was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle. "Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs." "Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them. "I'm not sure how much of this matters," she sighed. "I don't think I have the votes." "Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote now," I reminded her. "Oh, I hadn't considered you a voting member but I suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long, being a young man and all," she explained. "Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I countered. "I would imagine a young man would have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said. "If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program. "Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures. "Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something to drink?" "That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you have tomato or orange juice?" "We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I grinned. "Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I handed her the glass when I returned. "That's smooth," she commented after a sip. "I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen. "How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her side and back gently. "Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was distracted, both physically and intellectually. Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few seconds so I chose to back off for a minute. "I want to do this," she requested, "without changing, " "Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder. "This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped and looked at me with a certain level of confliction. "Really, it was this small group of girls at school who did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so some guy can get the credit?" I teased her. "Why, why did they do this for you?" she stammered. "They go to our church, of course," I smiled. "What did you think I did, seduce them?" "I, no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy." "I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked. "Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you have to talk to Jesus about?" "Impure thoughts," I confessed. "Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said. "I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity." "What makes you think I'm not being tempted right now?" I suggested. "Oh, I guess you could be," she replied quietly. "I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed. "What? Got what out of the way?" she asked. "It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but was unsure how you would take it." "I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely lacked conviction. "Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of our relationship because of that," I continued. "Limitations?" she questioned. "Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between friends." "Ah, good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly said. She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides of her breasts. "Your top button," I whispered to her. "Button, she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button, but the second one as well. "Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra. My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt, rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed

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On this episode of Chill Filtered, Cole and Bryan go peaty with a pour of Octomore 14.2 from Bruichladdich Distillery. Before sipping, they chat about recent whiskey pickups, YouTube channels they've been into lately, and dive deep into a discussion on phenols.   On Whiskey World News, Bryan shares the scoop on big upcoming releases from Heaven Hill Brands.   And on What Whiskey Would You Choose?, the boys ask: Which type of Scotch do you prefer — ex-bourbon or sherry matured?   A peated dram, nerdy phenol talk, and some major whiskey news — this one's smoky in the best way.

Continuing the release of spooky stories and poems from classic literature, read by the hosts and friends, this episode:The story “The Mystery of the Semi-Detached,” by Edith Nesbit. A young man in love sees the worst thing he could ever imagine - but was it what it seemed? Can he save those who seem marked by death?We're in the midst of our “Year of Faust”: Join the discussion! Go to the Contact page and put "Scotch Talk" in the Subject line. We'd love to hear from you! And submit your homework at the Michael & Ethan in a Room with Scotch page. Join us on GoodReads!Get on our Substack!Donate to our Patreon! MUSIC & SFX: “Eerie Village” by Arcane Anthems. Used by permission"Kessy Swings Endless - (ID 349)" by Lobo Loco. Used by permission. (Links to books & products are affiliate links.)

Norm Hitzges is back and wondering—do Cowboys fans really know who's holding this team together behind the scenes? This episode starts with some well-deserved love for two unsung heroes: offensive line coach Connor Riley and receivers coach Junior Adams, who somehow turned a patchwork lineup of backups into a 37–22 beatdown of the Jets.Norm dives into the brilliance (and borderline wizardry) it takes to coach your ninth-best offensive lineman into keeping Dak Prescott upright and your sixth-string wideout into looking like a first-round pick. It's football analysis meets admiration—and maybe just a little disbelief.Then, just when things seem serious, we get a left turn into The Case of the Accidental Finger—Jerry Jones' now-infamous “wrong hand gesture” incident that cost him $250,000 and a permanent spot in meme history. Norm breaks it down with equal parts humor and side-eye, questioning just how “accidental” that finger really was.From X's and O's to oops and oh-nos, this one's classic Norm: sharp, funny, and straight to the point (no pun intended). ⏱️ Chapters:00:00 - Who the Heck Are Connor Riley and Junior Adams?01:25 - Fluent Financial: Because You Deserve a Smarter Game Plan02:09 - Four Starters Out, No Problem03:02 - Meet Connor Riley: The Lineman Whisperer03:53 - Coaching the 9th-Best Guy Into an MVP Moment04:40 - Junior Adams and the Rise of the Forgotten Receivers05:33 - Ryan Flournoy's Big Day and the Art of Coaching Nobodies06:41 - Jerry Jones and the Case of the Accidental Finger09:00 - “I Put Up the Wrong Show of Hand” — Sure, Jerry11:03 - The $250,000 Middle Finger Heard ‘Round the World11:54 - Scotch, Fines, and a Perry Mason Callback12:42 - Fluent Financial & Bob's Steakhouse: The True Power Couple13:17 - Closing Thoughts: Cowboys, Coaching, and Comic ReliefCheck us out: patreon.com/sunsetloungedfwInstagram: sunsetloungedfwTiktok: sunsetloungedfwX: SunsetLoungeDFWFB: Sunset Lounge DFW

RHLSTP #583 - Seeing God in a Cloud - Rich is three days into Edinburgh and is already shouting angrily at the Scotch people, but mainly because he's had a claim to fame taken away from him. His guest is a man who has also done a whole Edinburgh show about missing parts of his genitals, Tom Rosenthal. They chat about how being a movie star makes you very conscious of how much your watch costs, whether the people stuff say about you is true, why we don't accuse butchers of nepotism, a brand new idea for an Edinburgh show for babies, the scam that philosophers are perpetrating (it's Henri Bergson that he couldn't remember the name of, and Justin Lee Collins), playing Private Pike and whether Richard's many failures are down to his refusal to embrace his spiritual side.See Tom on tour - https://tomrosenthal.net/SUPPORT THE SHOW!Watch our TWITCH CHANNELBecome a badger and see extra content at our WEBSITE See details of the RHLSTP TOUR DATES Buy DVDs and books from GO FASTER STRIPE Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Journey to Scotland's rugged maritime islands where isolation breeds innovation and tradition creates legendary whiskeys. Host John Hughes explores how geographic challenges become competitive advantages in the world of island whiskey production. In This Episode: Discover the legendary tale of the SS Politician—a cargo ship carrying 264,000 bottles of premium Scotch that ran aground, sparking one of whiskey's most fascinating stories of island resourcefulness and community resilience. Explore Highland Park's Norse heritage and how Orkney's culture influences every aspect of their whiskey-making, from traditional floor maltings to hand-turned germinating barley that preserves irreplaceable flavors. Learn how Loch Lomond combines innovation with tradition, using different still types and unique maritime conditions to create diverse spirit styles that showcase island character. Understand how salt air, geographic isolation, and cultural heritage converge to produce some of the world's most distinctive whiskeys—spirits that are more than just drinks, they're liquid history. Perfect for: Whiskey enthusiasts, Scotch lovers, history buffs, and anyone curious about how tradition and innovation shape the spirits we drink. Keywords: Scottish whiskey, island whiskey, Highland Park, Loch Lomond, SS Politician, Orkney whiskey, maritime whiskey, Scotch whiskey history, whiskey production, distillery tours, craft whiskey, traditional whiskey making, Norse heritage, whiskey podcast, Embellish Pod Subscribe to Embellish Pod for more immersive explorations of whiskey culture, history, and craftsmanship. Host: John Hughes Show: Embellish Pod Category: Food & Drink, History, Education

LOUNGE LIZARDS PRESENTED BY FABRICA5 - Visit Fabrica005.com and use code LIZARDPOD at checkout for 10% off THE ENTIRE STORE! Free worldwide shipping from Miami on all orders over $125. See website for more information and terms.Recorded at Ten86 Cigars in Hawthorne, New Jersey, the Lizards pair the My Father Blue in Toro with Partido Roble Fino Sherry Cask Finished Tequila Reposado. The guys discuss an NGO report on Cuban Prisoners Rolling Cigars, they share how not to overheat your cigar while smoking, and another instant classic Pagoda story comes to light.PLUS: Agave Meets Scotch Barrels, Fuente's Don Carlos Change, Trinidad's $1000 Fundadores, Lawrence Taylor on the Jumbotron, HSA Bullfighter Release, Listener Email on Rating Systems & MoreJoin the Lounge Lizards for a weekly discussion on all things cigars (both Cuban and non-Cuban), whiskey, food, travel, life and work. This is your formal invitation to join us in a relaxing discussion amongst friends and become a card-carrying Lounge Lizard yourself. This is not your typical cigar podcast. We're a group of friends who love sharing cigars, whiskey and a good laugh.website/merch/rating archive: loungelizardspod.comemail: hello@loungelizardspod.com to join the conversation and be featured on an upcoming episode!instagram: @loungelizardspodGizmo HQ: LizardGizmo.com

Global Malts Ambassador for Brown-Forman, Stewart Buchanan stepped into Queen Street earlier this year to talk about his whisky adventures with Mads Schmoll. From his early days on the island of Mull to travelling the world to talk all about all things BenRiach today, he's worked in nearly every part of the industry. Tune in to hear more and watch as Stewart and Mads try The Vaults Collection, Cask No. 12.80: Heaven in a leather hammock.

This month Calum and Duncan are joined by Mads Schmoll to uncover the Society's eight new flavour profiles. Working their way through each of the new profiles, the trio reveal what members can expect from this evolution and shine a light on a new Winter Series.

En 2019, à la foire d'art contemporain Art Basel Miami, un objet pour le moins surprenant attire les foules : une banane, fixée au mur avec un simple morceau de ruban adhésif gris. L'œuvre, baptisée Comedian, est signée par l'artiste italien Maurizio Cattelan, déjà connu pour son humour grinçant et ses provocations. Son prix ? Entre 120 000 et 150 000 dollars l'exemplaire. Trois versions de cette banane ont été vendues en quelques jours. Mais comment un fruit périssable, scotché à la va-vite, peut-il être considéré comme de l'art – et surtout, valoir une telle somme ?La clé réside dans la nature même de l'art contemporain. Depuis Marcel Duchamp et son urinoir (Fontaine, 1917), l'art ne se limite plus à la virtuosité technique ou à la beauté esthétique. Il peut être une idée, une provocation, un geste qui bouscule nos certitudes. Cattelan s'inscrit dans cette lignée : en choisissant un objet banal, universel, il met en lumière l'absurdité et parfois l'excentricité du marché de l'art. Ce n'est pas la banane qui a de la valeur en soi, mais le concept qu'elle incarne et la signature de l'artiste.La banane devient ainsi un symbole. Elle parle de consommation, d'éphémère (puisqu'elle pourrit), mais aussi du rôle de l'artiste dans une société où tout peut devenir œuvre d'art si le contexte l'y autorise. Acheter Comedian, ce n'est pas acheter un fruit et du scotch, c'est acheter l'idée, accompagnée d'un certificat d'authenticité. Si la banane noircit, il suffit d'en remplacer une autre : ce qui compte, c'est le geste de la scotcher, selon les instructions de Cattelan.L'événement a aussi généré un énorme buzz médiatique. La banane a été prise en photo par des milliers de visiteurs, reprise dans la presse mondiale, et même… mangée par un performeur, David Datuna, qui a baptisé son acte “Hungry Artist”. Cet épisode n'a fait qu'accroître la notoriété et la valeur symbolique de l'œuvre.En somme, Comedian illustre parfaitement la logique de l'art contemporain : provoquer, questionner, jouer avec les codes. Son prix astronomique n'est pas lié au coût des matériaux, mais à la puissance de l'idée, au nom de l'artiste, et à la frénésie spéculative du marché. Une banane scotchée au mur devient donc une œuvre d'art, parce qu'elle nous oblige à nous demander : qu'est-ce que l'art ? Et rien que pour cela, elle a déjà rempli sa mission. Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

For the month of October, we'll occasionally release some spooky stories and poems of classic literature, read by the hosts and friends. This episode:The poem “The Kraken,” by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Drawing on imagery of the Leviathan from Scripture and other legends and mysteries, Tennyson draws a picture of the mythical Kraken which will sleep at the ocean floor until the world ends in fire.We're in the midst of our “Year of Faust”: Join the discussion! Go to the Contact page and put "Scotch Talk" in the Subject line. We'd love to hear from you! And submit your homework at the Michael & Ethan in a Room with Scotch page. Join us on GoodReads!Get on our Substack!Donate to our Patreon! MUSIC & SFX: “Guardian Spirit” by Arcane Anthems. Used by permission"Kessy Swings Endless - (ID 349)" by Lobo Loco. Used by permission. (Links to books & products are affiliate links.)

It’s officially spooky season on The Wake Up Call with Scotch, Tank, and Mandy on Froggy 99.9!

LOUNGE LIZARDS PRESENTED BY FABRICA5 - Visit Fabrica005.com and use code LIZARDPOD at checkout for 10% off THE ENTIRE STORE! Free worldwide shipping from Miami on all orders over $125. See website for more information and terms.Recorded at Ten86 Cigars in Hawthorne, New Jersey, the Lizards pair the Davidoff Chef's Edition 2025 with Pascal Jolivet Sancerre 2023. The guys discuss the faults in lavish packaging, they revisit why they smoke the entire cigar each week and Senator tells us about his trip to Dominican Republic. PLUS: Where to Smoke in NYC When Visiting, Michelin Stars, White Wine's Shelf Life & MoreJoin the Lounge Lizards for a weekly discussion on all things cigars (both Cuban and non-Cuban), whiskey, food, travel, life and work. This is your formal invitation to join us in a relaxing discussion amongst friends and become a card-carrying Lounge Lizard yourself. This is not your typical cigar podcast. We're a group of friends who love sharing cigars, whiskey and a good laugh.website/merch/rating archive: loungelizardspod.comemail: hello@loungelizardspod.com to join the conversation and be featured on an upcoming episode!instagram: @loungelizardspodGizmo HQ: LizardGizmo.com

Michael and Ethan discuss Faust, by Goethe, both part 1 and 2, while drinking Balvenie Doublewood 12yo single malt.In this episode:Dynamic in a pastoral wayBaffling talk of forms, mothers, material, and reality (and keys?)The Apocalypse has been happening since 1789This is roughly what Ethan is talking about regarding courtly loveIn case the references to “Walpurgis Night” are confusing, this probably won't help at allGoethe as both Enlightenment poet and Romantic poetSince when has this podcast gone in straight lines?Mendelssohn's Die Erste WalpurgisnachtThere is no striving in Elysium after drinking the waters of LetheThe GK Chesterton quote that Ethan mangles: “The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man.”Next time Michael and Ethan will discuss Doctor Faustus, by Thomas Mann! Join the discussion! Go to the Contact page and put "Scotch Talk" in the Subject line. We'd love to hear from you! And submit your homework at the Michael & Ethan in a Room with Scotch page. Join us on GoodReads!Get on our Substack!Donate to our Patreon! MUSIC & SFX: “Fools that Will Laugh on Earth,” by Benji Inniger, from the Original Soundtrack to The Spiritual Tragedy of Doctor Faustus"Kessy Swings Endless - (ID 349)" by Lobo Loco. Used by permission. "The Grim Reaper - II Presto" by Aitua. Used under an Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike License. "Thinking It Over" by Lee Rosevere. Used under an Attribution License.(Links to books & products are affiliate links.)

It’s National Coffee Day, and the Wake Up Call crew is fully caffeinated and slightly unhinged. Scotch, Tank, and Mandy kick off the morning with a surprise musical tribute to coffee—because why not celebrate with a song? Then things get real as they dive into the wild world of marriage advice. From heartfelt to hilarious, the text club chimes in with what actually works (and what definitely doesn’t). Grab your mug and buckle up—this episode’s got buzz, banter, and a whole lotta Froggy flavorSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A massive lottery win just rocked the U.S., and The Wake Up Call crew is cashing in on the chaos! Scotch digs up some of the wildest things lottery winners have supposedly bought — but are they legit or totally made up? Tank and Mandy go head-to-head in a hilarious round of “Lotto or Not-o?”, trying to guess which outrageous purchases are real and which are fake. From golden bathtubs to ghost-hunting gear, this episode is packed with jaw-dropping trivia and big-money laughs.

Fall is in the air, and so is the scent of pumpkin spice! On this cozy edition of The Wake Up Call with Scotch, Tank, and Mandy on Froggy 99.9, Tank delivers a fresh batch of fun, weird, and possibly fake trivia in the Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice edition of Tank’s Random Facts. Can you tell which fall-themed facts are true and which are totally made up?

(00:00:00) Nocturno Groove - Joseph Foley (00:03:36) Camaradería en el mundo del whisky (00:11:12) Los whiskies del mundo en España y el mercado actual (00:13:37) La diferencia de los embotelladores independientes (00:18:16) Bebemos Millstone Rye 92 y Catador Itinerante Edición 06 Zuidam Rye 2016 9 Años (00:21:36) El rol neerlandés en los orígenes del whisky (00:26:26) Zuidam y la fermentación larga (00:28:35) El desafío del centeno (00:31:09) Wort claro vs nuboso (00:34:06) El alto Angel's Share de los Países Bajos (00:38:56) Tu lugar en el mundo (00:41:12) Pablo's Peace - Joseph Foley Diálogo nocturno con Geer Akkers, fundador de la tienda Spirits Akkers en Barcelona. Hablamos de embotelladores independientes, whiskies del mundo, situación mercado de whisky actual, orígenes del whisky y la influencia neerlandesa en Escocia, y, por supuesto de Millstone (Zuidam Distillers), el whisky más conocido de los Países Bajos.

Scotch Tank and Mandy from Froggy 99.9 dive into the excitement of Bison Homecoming Weekend—from tailgating traditions to the big game buzz. They reveal their Top 5 things overheard by alumni in the tailgate lot (spoiler: it's hilarious), and debate which jobs are better done solo at home—is cleaning the kitchen one of them? Whether you're a die-hard Bison fan or just love quirky banter, this episode is packed with laughs, nostalgia, and relatable moments.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Country star Lee Brice joins Scotch, Tank, and Mandy on The Wake Up Call ahead of his upcoming concert at Scheels Arena in Fargo!

It’s Wine Wednesday on The Wake Up Call with Scotch, Tank, and Mandy on Froggy 99.9! Hailey Sundet from Bottle Barn Liquors joins us in-studio to wrap up our junk food and wine pairing tour. This week, we’re going all in on couch comfort: pairing Pacific Rim Sweet Riesling with a Twinkie and Henriot Brut Souverain Champagne with crispy French fries.

LOUNGE LIZARDS PRESENTED BY FABRICA5 - Visit Fabrica005.com and use code LIZARDPOD at checkout for 10% off THE ENTIRE STORE! Free worldwide shipping from Miami on all orders over $125. See website for more information and terms.Recorded at Ten86 Cigars in Hawthorne, New Jersey, the Lizards pair the Padrón 1964 Anniversary Torpedo in Maduro with The Balvenie Sweet Toast of American Oak Single Malt Scotch Whisky. The guys debate their current feelings on Cuban Cigars, they discuss Davidoff's 2025 Chef's Edition and they share some feedback on Episode 200. PLUS: Cuba's Fourth Island-wide Blackout, PCA's CEO Contract Extension, Another Retrohale Debate & MoreJoin the Lounge Lizards for a weekly discussion on all things cigars (both Cuban and non-Cuban), whiskey, food, travel, life and work. This is your formal invitation to join us in a relaxing discussion amongst friends and become a card-carrying Lounge Lizard yourself. This is not your typical cigar podcast. We're a group of friends who love sharing cigars, whiskey and a good laugh.website/merch/rating archive: loungelizardspod.comemail: hello@loungelizardspod.com to join the conversation and be featured on an upcoming episode!instagram: @loungelizardspodGizmo HQ: LizardGizmo.com

Lean in to hear the story of how this Trempealeau County Century Farm has stood the test of time. Ken Congdon tells us about Scotch Prairie Farm. The operation farms 750 acres, 550 of which are owned. With the help of Compeer Financial, the Mid-West Farm Report is recognizing farms that have been with families for over 100 years. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Kilchoman Distillery marked its 20th anniversary in 2025, and founder Anthony Wills will be in the U.S. for a series of anniversary tastings this week. Before he left, he joined us for an in-depth interview covering everything from the distillery's beginnings to the state of the whisky industry today. In the news, Scotch whisky industry leaders are still hoping for relief from U.S. trade tariffs, while an impending government shutdown threatens to derail whisky label approvals. We'll have the details, along with word of a bunch of new whiskies released this week. 

From our Season 12 Archives...This week, we look at companies that have spent decades advertising to only one gender - then suddenly decide to approach the opposite sex. L'Oreal is now marketing makeup to men. Scotch distillers are now targeting women. And lingerie companies are now designing intimates for men. It's a brand new, gender-bending world. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Kicking off our penultimate episode in style, we have a listener email to pore over as we discuss the curiously creepy phrasing to be found in German. We also outline some key strategies to maximise a hotel buffet, and just in time for Simon to go on holiday too.From which eggs make the right breakfast, we turn to Scotch eggs in the UK as Nic tells us about a dream pub lunch, along with some questions about who sends out the worst tourists. Does Britain really have a monopoly on terrible holidaymakers, and can a dose of patterned German politeness topple the Brits abroad image?Theme tune courtesy of Kloß mit Soß

uisge beatha is the Gaelic term. We often overlook the water that is not only in our whiskey but it makes up us. I promise you will love this deep dive. So come on in the water is fine.Thewhiskeyshaman.comPatreon.com/the_whiskeyshamanBadmotivatorbarrels.com/shop/?aff=3https://www.instagram.com/zsmithwhiskeyandmixology?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet&igsh=MWZ4dGp2MzlucjVvdw==Uisge beatha (pronounced approximately "ish-ka-ba-ha" or "ISH-ka BY-ah") is a Gaelic term meaning "water of life" from which the word "whiskey" ultimately derives. This ancient term, originally a translation of the Medieval Latin aqua vitae ("water of life"), was used by Irish monks and later evolved into variations like usquebaugh and ultimately the English "whisky". Meaning and OriginLatin Roots: The Gaelic term is a direct translation of the Latin aqua vitae. Early Use: Irish monks in the Middle Ages first applied the term uisce beatha to distilled spirits. Evolution: The term evolved phonetically and was anglicized into usquebaugh before becoming the "whisky" we know today. PronunciationIrish Gaelic: The pronunciation is often described as "ISH-ka BY-ah". Scottish Gaelic: Another variation is "ISH-ka BY-ah". Significance"Water of Life":The name highlights the perceived life-sustaining and medicinal properties of early distilled spirits, which were believed to have healing abilities. Direct Link to Whiskey:It is the direct etymological ancestor of the English word "whiskey" and "whisky". The journey from aqua vitae to whiskeyThe story of uisge beatha begins with the Latin term aqua vitae ("water of life"), which was used throughout medieval Europe to describe distilled alcohol. Irish monks and early distillation: During the Early Middle Ages, Irish monks who traveled throughout the Mediterranean brought distillation techniques back to Ireland. With no grapes available for wine, they adapted the process to ferment and distill grain and barley instead. This was the first creation of what we know as whiskey today. The monks translated the Latin aqua vitae into the Gaelic uisce beatha.Early medicinal use: The initial purpose of the distilled spirit was medicinal. It was used as a cure-all for ailments, a disinfectant for wounds, and a form of anesthesia. The annals of Clonmacnoise in Ireland record an instance in 1405 where a chieftain died from "taking a surfeit of aqua vitae," implying overconsumption of the spirit.Spread to Scotland: Irish monks, who were also instrumental in Christianizing Scotland, are believed to have carried the knowledge of distillation with them. By 1494, a record from the Scottish Exchequer noted an order of malt "to Friar John Cor, by order of the King, to make aqua vitae," an entry that confirms the practice was well-established by that time. The anglicization of the nameOver time, as the popularity of the distilled spirit grew, the long Gaelic name was shortened and adapted by English speakers.Early spellings: Early English forms included uskebeaghe (1581) and usquebaugh (1610), which were phonetic approximations of the Gaelic pronunciation.Final abbreviation: The process of abbreviation and mispronunciation eventually led to "whiskey" (or "whisky"), dropping the second half of the phrase.The "whiskey" vs. "whisky" divide: The variation in spelling between "whiskey" (Ireland and the United States) and "whisky" (Scotland and most other countries) emerged in the 19th century. During that period, the quality of some Scotch whiskies declined, leading Irish distillers to add the "e" to distinguish their perceived higher-quality product in the American market. Cultural significanceBeyond its medicinal origins, uisge beatha came to play a vital cultural role, reflecting the craftsmanship and resourceful nature of its makers.Farmhouse production: Distillation provided a way to use surplus grain and could be easily stored or traded. 

Fog City Social isn't your typical whiskey festival—it's a curated experience where every pour tells a story and every guest is treated like a VIP.In this episode, Kerry takes you inside Fog City Social Four at San Francisco's historic Ring Con Center, sharing conversations with some of the most exciting voices in whiskey today:Rory Glasgow (Brown-Forman, GlenGlassaugh/BenRiach/Glenglassaugh)Nora Ganley-Roper (Lost Lantern)Peter Talhame (Bear Fight Whiskey, with Seth MacFarlane & Gabriel Macht)Richard Lobrano-Chibnall (Molly Malone Whiskey)Zakai (Filey Bay English Single Malt)Peter Currie (Shand Import, rare Caledonian single grain)From tropical coastal Scotch and bold American blends to delicate Irish whiskey and rare 31-year-old single grain, this episode celebrates the innovation, heritage, and community spirit that make Fog City Social unlike any other festival.

Reel Britannia - a very British podcast about very British movies...with just a hint of professionalism. Episode 179 - North Sea Hijack (1980) Forget your suave, tuxedo-clad spies. The hero of North Sea Hijack is Rufus Excalibur ffolkes, a man whose only true loves are his cats, a strong Scotch, and a perfectly executed bit of underwater sabotage. When a group of rather impolite terrorists, led by the chillingly polite Kramer, decide to hijack a massive oil rig and its supply vessel in the middle of the tempestuous North Sea, the British government is in a pickle. The villains' demand is simple: a staggering £25 million, or they'll send the pride of Britain's oil industry to the bottom of the ocean, creating an environmental and economic catastrophe. With the clock ticking and the North Sea winds howling, the Prime Minister and her advisors are running out of options. Who can possibly handle such a delicate, high-stakes situation? Enter ffolkes. He's a freelance counter-terrorism consultant with a magnificent moustache, a deep-seated dislike for all women, and a plan so audacious and meticulously bonkers it just might work. Leading a team of tough-as-nails commandos he calls "ffolkes's fusiliers," he boards a nearby ship to mastermind a counter-strike. What follows is a delicious cat-and-mouse game between a truly eccentric genius and a band of ruthless criminals. Will ffolkes's penchant for precision (and needlepoint!) be enough to outwit the villains before they send billions of dollars' worth of hardware to a watery grave? You'll have to watch to see if this feline fanatic can pull it off. "I like cats, and I don't like people who don't."   This and previous episodes can be found everywhere you download your podcasts   Bonus content available at: patreon.com/ReelBritanniaPodcast   Follow us on Twitter @rbritanniapod    Thanks for listening Scott and Steven  

Michael and Ethan discuss Faust, by Goethe, both part 1 and 2, while drinking Balvenie Doublewood 12yo single malt.In this episode:Self-flagellationTranslationAbridgementBets vs bargainsLost in the weeds vs taking the scenic routeStriving vs GretchenThis podcast (Michael) casually speaks German, nbdGoethe wasn't JUST a creepy old manExcellent lecture by Dr Michael Sugrue on Goethe's FaustInevitable comparison to The Life and Opinions of Tristram ShandyPoetry as excess and as exploring the space, but not jokesHomunculusFaust is a dareNext time Michael and Ethan will discuss Goethe's Faust, Parts 1 and 2! Join the discussion! Go to the Contact page and put "Scotch Talk" in the Subject line. We'd love to hear from you! And submit your homework at the Michael & Ethan in a Room with Scotch page. Join us on GoodReads!Get on our Substack!Donate to our Patreon! MUSIC & SFX: “Fools that Will Laugh on Earth,” by Benji Inniger, from the Original Soundtrack to The Spiritual Tragedy of Doctor Faustus"Kessy Swings Endless - (ID 349)" by Lobo Loco. Used by permission. "The Grim Reaper - II Presto" by Aitua. Used under an Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike License. "Thinking It Over" by Lee Rosevere. Used under an Attribution License.(Links to books & products are affiliate links.)

Have you ever bought a purple car? As a teenager, have you ever borrowed your parents car and not told them the car was not working right when you got home? Do you remember the first new car you ever bought with your own money? To make sure your car is operating at top performance, mix up our Dirnk-Of-The-Week - The Carburetor - and laugh at our car stories!

LOUNGE LIZARDS PRESENTED BY FABRICA5 - Visit Fabrica005.com and use code LIZARDPOD at checkout for 10% off THE ENTIRE STORE! Free worldwide shipping from Miami on all orders over $125. See website for more information and terms.Recorded at Ten86 Cigars in Hawthorne, New Jersey, the Lizards pair the Avowed New Dawn in Toro with ten years aged Glenmorangie The Original Single Malt Scotch Whisky. The guys share their interview with blender and manufacturer Klaas Kelner, recorded at PCA 2025, where they discuss how Klaas blends cigars for clients like Avowed and Stoic, his approach to complete palate coverage and his controversial feelings on the retrohale. PLUS: The Story of Avowed, Norwegian Plain Packaging, Parallels Between Plating Food and Cigar Blending, Voice Memo on Cigar/Family Balance & Giz on Pickled AsparagusJoin the Lounge Lizards for a weekly discussion on all things cigars (both Cuban and non-Cuban), whiskey, food, travel, life and work. This is your formal invitation to join us in a relaxing discussion amongst friends and become a card-carrying Lounge Lizard yourself. This is not your typical cigar podcast. We're a group of friends who love sharing cigars, whiskey and a good laugh.website/merch/rating archive: loungelizardspod.comemail: hello@loungelizardspod.com to join the conversation and be featured on an upcoming episode!instagram: @loungelizardspodGizmo HQ: LizardGizmo.com

Learn how Church Street makes every beer "crushable," from lagers and sours to barrel-aged Belgians and THC hop water.Church Street Brewing Company Head Brewer Sean Gregor and Director of Pints & Publicity Amanda Steinbraker discuss how German brewing traditions, sustainability, and creativity come together in their lagers, sours, barrel-aged Belgians, and even THC hop water.They begin by sharing how Sean's father fell in love with German beer styles like Munich Helles, why the brewery is named Church Street even though it isn't located on one, and the story behind their stained-glass beer labels. Sean then tells his personal journey from college swimmer to becoming the youngest head brewer in the United States, his early work at Bircus Brewing in Kentucky, and the lessons he brought home to Church Street. He also explains how he improvised with custom brewing equipment, and how the brewery recycles spent grain as cattle feed.After the beer break, Sean dives into the science of decoction mashing and why it brings more malt character compared to single infusion. The team tastes through Heavenly Helles, brewed with German ingredients to replicate the Munich water table, and talk about why lagers are making a comeback. They sample Itascafest Märzen and explain the difference between Märzen and Festbier, discuss why Oktoberfests often run out before October, and move on to the Blueberry Vanilla Sour, which uses real fruit purée and natural vanilla. Next is Righteous Red Ale, a hybrid of Irish Red and American Red styles that balances English malt richness with American hop brightness.Later, Sean explains how he sources hops from the UK, New Zealand, and local farms, and Amanda shares how a mislabeled hop variety once led to a happy brewing accident. They also introduce listeners to the history of Zoigl beers, their collaboration brew honoring the late Mark Naski, and the story behind their Pigeon Row THC hop water, a sugar-free, calorie-free alternative that some say is perfect for diabetics. Amanda shares a brilliant trick for turning a can into THC ice cubes for low-dose drinking. Sean and Amanda also talk about their relationship with Four Roses for bourbon barrels, how Church Street keeps even high-ABV beers crushable, and why water chemistry is so important to brewing clean lagers. Plus: learn about the brewery's two taproom experiences, The Steeple and Barley House, and why their Bavarian pretzel with house queso is a must-try. About Church Street Brewing Company: Serving up award-winning craft beer that's true to style, rooted in history, and brewed with passion in a one-of-a-kind decoction brewhouse in Itasca, IL. Learn more at https://churchstreetbrew.com/ —You can learn more about Crafty Brewers and get in touch with us on our official website, https://craftybrewerspod.com Crafty Brewers is a production of Quantum Podcasts, LLC. Is your brewery or business looking to capture a loyal audience to drive business results with the power of podcasting? Then visit https://quantum-podcasts.com/ to learn more.Our executive producer and editor is award-winning podcaster Cody Gough. He insists that we tell you that in this episode, you'll learn about: crushable beers, Bavarian pretzels, brewing sustainability, spent grain cattle feed, THC hop water, THC ice cubes, gin barrel aging, barrel aged Belgian Golden Strong, Devils Uncorked, refrigerator lagering, German malts, Czech pilsner, doppelbock, dunkle, toasty amber lager, caramel malts, Scotch ale, 90 shilling, Dortmunder export, smoked meat beer pairing, Belgian blonde ale recipe, adjunct brewing, contract brewing, manual 30-barrel system, heat recovery coil, hot liquor tank, wort cooling, mash enzymes, protein rest, beta rest, Maillard reaction, brewing calendar, seasonal release timing, no-sparge brewing, partigyle brewing, English EKG hops, New Zealand hop farms, Michigan Hop Alliance, Yakima hops, Hop Guild New York, brewing collaborations, and home-and-away collabs.

LOUNGE LIZARDS PRESENTED BY FABRICA5 - Visit Fabrica005.com and use code LIZARDPOD at checkout for 10% off THE ENTIRE STORE! Free worldwide shipping from Miami on all orders over $125. See website for more information and terms.Recorded at Ten86 Lounge in Hawthorne, New Jersey, the Lizards pair H. Upmann Sir Winston (EOS OCT 18) with Pol Roger Sir Winston Churchill Vintage 2015 Champagne. The guys celebrate 200 episodes with a Winston Churchill pairing, they discuss the wide reaching impact of Cigarmageddon 2025 and they answer a listener email about their first 200.PLUS: Cuban Cigar Rotation Update, Churchill's Relationship w/ Pol Roger, Senator's Honey Deuce, Pagoda at the U.S. Open and Memories from 200 Episodeswebsite/merch/rating archive: loungelizardspod.comemail: hello@loungelizardspod.com to join the conversation and be featured on an upcoming episode!cuban cigar box codes archive: loungelizardspod.com/codesinstagram: @loungelizardspodGizmo HQ: LizardGizmo.com

Articles we discuss in this episode:https://www.vogue.com/article/the-cortisol-cocktailhttps://people.com/non-drinker-exits-party-group-chat-over-alcohol-cost-dispute-reddit-11753439https://thespiritjournal.substack.com/p/is-gen-z-really-drinking-less-or?utm_campaign=email-half-post&r=61ixoe&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email  Check us out on Instagram @curiosity_publichttps://www.instagram.com/curiosity_public/ Watch us on YouTubehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcplnOSfcnOh5paIL2LdaAw We have t-shirts! Grab them here:https://curiosity-public.myspreadshop.com/allhttps://www.redbubble.com/people/CuriosityPublic/shop Join our Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/CuriosityPublic Stay curious! All claims made here about alcohol, whether in this podcast, in this description, or on our Youtube channel, are solely our opinions and intended only for those of legal drinking age. All links provided here should only be accessed by those of legal drinking age.

It's Bourbon Heritage Month, so this week we're trying…tequila, Scotch, rum, whiskey and of course bourbon. Dan from the Whiskey Hotline is here with a round-up of the latest offerings from the world of spirits. Manuscrito Tequila Chapter One Blanco FEW Breakfast Bourbon Finished in Maple Syrup Barrels Elijah Craig Small Batch Bourbon Ryder Cup Limited Edition Coopers' Craft Kentucky Straight Bourbon 2XO 2 Times Oak Kentucky Straight Bourbon the Gem of Kentucky New Riff Distilling Single Barrel Bourbons and Ryes Elijah Craig Barrel Proof Single Barrel Binny's Handpicked GlenAllachie 10-Year-Old Cask Strength Batch #8 Speyside Single Malt E. León Jimenes 1903 Rum la Maison Velier Hampden Estate 1753 Jamaican Rum Smith & Cross Navy Strength Rum Penelope Black Walnut Old Fashioned If you have a question for the Barrel to Bottle Crew, email us at comments@binnys.com, or reach out to us on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. If we answer your question during a podcast, you'll get a $20 Binny's Gift Card! If you like our podcast, subscribe wherever you download podcasts. Rate and review us on Apple Podcasts.  

The Cameron's Kick is one of the great curiosities of the cocktail canon: a split-base sour that brings Scotch and Irish whiskey together in the same glass. First published by Harry McElhone in the 1920s, it's a classic with a nutty twist thanks to orgeat. Joining us to unpack its history and execution is Liam Weitz, head bartender at Brooklyn's Deux Chats. Listen on (or read below) to discover Liam's Cameron's Kick recipe — and don't forget to leave us a review wherever you get your podcasts! Liam Weitz's Cameron's Kick Recipe - ¾ ounce fresh lemon juice - ⅓ ounce (scant ½ ounce) orgeat, such as L'Orgeat Almond Liqueur - ⅓ ounce (scant ½ ounce) simple syrup - 1 ounce Scotch, such as Johnnie Walker Black - 1 ounce Irish Whiskey, such as Bushmills Black Bush - Garnish: lemon twist Directions 1. Add all ingredients to a cocktail shaker with ice. 2. Shake until chilled. 3. Double strain into a chilled Nick & Nora glass. 4. Express a lemon twist over the top then discard.

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