canyonwalker: Man in a suit holding a glass of whiskey (booze)
I wrote the other day that a coworker sent me a Christmas gift of a bottle of whiskey... that turns out to be a $200 bottle. Seeing the price gave me pause because I don't buy liquor that expensive for myself. Okay, I have split bottles of wine in restaurants that have run well past $200, but that's with restaurant markup. I figure the price at a good discount liquor store like Total Wine would be anywhere from 1/3 to as little as 1/5 of that. And it's at Total Wine that that bottle of whiskey goes for $209.99. At BevMo it's $226.

The price of the gift wasn't the only shocker I saw when I looked up details on it. My search for "Yamazaki whiskey" (Yamazaki is the producer) turned up the deets on this old friend:

I bought bottles of Yamazaki 12 Year Japanese whiskey years ago for $35... now it's rare and sells for $200 (Dec 2025)Yamazaki 12 year single malt is a Japanese whiskey I discovered umpteen years ago when I started traveling to Japan and was first exploring whiskey. I say discovered because back then, in the late 00s, Japanese whiskey was not common in the US. The first few bottles I bought— including one that was a gift for a colleague who'd helped me from Sunnyvale on a project, staying up late working until midnight a few nights to sync time zones with me in Tokyo— I bought in Ginza and hand-carried home on my NRT-SFO flight.

I was a few years ahead of the curve on Japanese whiskeys. The first bottles I brought home were novel even to my few friends who were whiskey fans. One had dozens of bottles of whiskey on his shelf at home, and this was new to him.

Within a few years Japanese whiskey got popular in the US. I was able to buy Yamazaki 12 at places like BevMo. The price was still reasonable, at first... $35, about the same as I paid at a liquor store Tokyo, adjusting for exchange rate.

But then Japanese whiskeys got stupid popular in the US. Actually, all whiskey got popular. In the early/mid '10s in the US whiskey had become the "it" drink. And Japanese whiskey became what the self-styled whiskey sophisticates drank to show the whiskey mass-market drinkers how they were more sophisticated because they'd already gone beyond the traditional Scotch and Irish whiskeys everyone else was celebrating. Soon the mass market drinkers wanted in on Japanese whiskey, too. The result was the comparatively small Japanese production houses sold out so much of their liquor that age-statement whiskeys like Yamazaki 12 became extremely rare.

Long story short: The Yamazaki 12 year is now a $200 bottle, too!

I wish I'd bought a few more bottles when they were $35. Alas I only have the one, and there are only maybe two shots left in it. I'll have to drink them with intention.

Once I saw how much the price of Yamazaki 12 year had inflated I was curious about another, even more expensive Japanese whiskey I also picked up umpteen years ago.

I splurged and spent $80 years ago on this bottle of Hibiki 17 year Japanese whiskey... now it's rare and sells for over $800! (Dec 2025)

This Hibiki 17 year was about $85 when I bought it in Japan in 2010. That was the most expensive bottle I'd bought up to that point. Adjusting for inflation it'd be $125 today, which is still more than I've paid for any bottle. But inflation is not the only story here.

As with the Yamazaki 12, Suntory sold so much Hibiki when it was stupid-popular that they sold out most of their back-stock. Hibiki 17 has been discontinued. Bottles now sell for $800+. 😳

canyonwalker: Man in a suit holding a glass of whiskey (booze)
One of my sales colleagues has given me gifts each of the past few years. I've helped him make a lot of money, so it's understandable. (It's a professional custom in enterprise sales that the account executive, the one who makes big bucks on big deals, gives gifts to technical staff who were key to winning the deals.) The past few years the gifts have been bottles of liquor— which is fine, because I enjoy liquor! This year's gift was another bottle of whiskey.

Christmas gift from a colleague - Yamazaki Legent (Dec 2025)

This one's a bit different because, unlike the past few years' gifts, it's not a Scotch whisky. Yamazaki is a Japanese distiller, and this particular variety, Legent Cask Finish Blend Bourbon Whiskey, is distilled in Kentucky from American grains and aged for 8 years then sent to Japan for secondary aging and blending.

Yamazaki Legent comes in a nice gift/display box (Dec 2025)

I was surprised to learn this is a $200+ bottle of bourbon. No, I didn't go rummaging through the box for a receipt. I'm not the kind of person who checks the price tag when receiving a gift. But when I searched online to learn more about this liquor, well, there was the price, right there.

I haven't opened the bottle yet. I will, soon. I'm certainly not going to make the mistake my grandmother did in saving beautiful gifts for a special-enough special occasion that never came. Perhaps I'll enjoy a drink, tomorrow, on Christmas, since this is a Christmas gift. I haven't celebrated Christmas in over 30 years... but at least I can raise a glass to good friends.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
This past Saturday I went wine tasting with my friend Anthony at two nearby wineries. One, I already wrote about. That was Byington Winery, up in the mountains above San Jose. For our next stop we drove back down into Silicon Valley to visit J. Lohr Winery, in San Jose's Rose Garden neighborhood.

J. Lohr, like Byington for that matter, is a winery I've visited before. But my previous visit to their San Jose tasting room was 10 years ago! Things have changed a bit since then. Oh, the winery and tasting room are in the same place, but now they charge for tasting. (Free tastings are a thing of the past.) $25 for the cheap one, $50 for the reserve wines. Anthony and I both picked the cheaper flight as it looked more interesting. The reserve was all Cabs.

We sat down at a table— the tasting room being reconfigured for tables instead of standing at the bar is another thing they've changed in 10 years— and chatted amiably over a flight of 5 glasses of wine. The pours were more generous here than at Byington. That wasn't really a selling point, though, as I poured out the last bit of almost every wine instead of finishing the glasses.

"Oh, that's what these buckets are for!" Anthony exclaimed. Technically they're called spit buckets, because professional tasters spit out wine after tasting it so as not to get intoxicated, but I just poured out the excess from my glass.

Anthony wasn't impressed by the wines, either. "We visited these wineries in the wrong order," he quipped. J. Lohr's wines were soft and honestly kind of bland after the rich wines we both enjoyed up the hill at Byington. We finished our tastings, paid, and left without buying any bottles.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
This past Saturday I went wine-tasting locally with my friend, Anthony. He and I had done a wine-tasting afternoon back in August, when we visited David Bruce Winery and Thomas Fogarty winery. My original plan for that day had been to visit three wineries, but at the first winery it became evident that we wouldn't have time for all three. Trimming it down to 2 worked really well for that day. We had 2 great visits without feel rushed. And it gave us a clear reason to get back together and do it again. We had to hit that third winery!

Byington Winery in Los Gatos - in the mountains above San Jose (Dec 2025)

Winery #3 from August's trip— the one we skipped— was Byington Winery. It's in the mountains of Los Gatos, perched about 2,000' above San Jose and the Silicon Valley.

Saturday turned out to be a great day for a visit, even though it was the middle of December rather than the middle of summer. That's because we had beautiful weather on Saturday. The sky was clear after morning fog burned off. Rain hadn't been seen for days. Down in the valley the daytime high on forecast was an average-for-the-time-of-year 60°F (17°C) or so. I expected it would be cooler 2,000' up in the mountains. But there seemed to be a temperature inversion up in the mountains, as it was shirt sleeves weather (high 60s) when we arrived. We stowed our sweaters in the trunk and headed inside.

We opted to take our tasting standing at the bar inside the hunting-lodge style main hall. A few other guests were at the bar so it was mildly social without feeling crowded. The tasting menu included 4 wines, which immediately turned into 5, then 6, then maybe 7. I lost count. One thing that's true about many wine-tasting venues is that if you're good company and you schmooze with the staff without coming across as a moocher, they'll open up some extra bottles for you. I can schmooze when I need/want to, though I often feel self-conscious about doing it. Anthony's a natural at it. In our conversation he talked about all the bars in town where he "knows" the bartenders and gets free drinks. 🍻

View across the Santa Cruz Mountains from Byington Winery in Los Gatos (Dec 2025)

After drinking our fill at the bar we headed outside to appreciate the view from the hilltop. I kind of wish we'd done this earlier in the afternoon, as toward the end of our visit the weather had turned cooler.

We didn't leave Byington empty-handed. No, far from it! Both of us generally liked most of the wines they poured for us. Our discuss as we worked through the list wasn't "if" we would buy bottles to take home but which ones. Anthony picked a few bottles of lighter flavors, a sweet chardonnay and a pinot noir, as his wife likes lighter flavors. (He figured bringing home bottles that she'd like would get him a pass to maybe do this again. 😅) I chose two bottles of a surprisingly well balanced chardonnay and a spendier Bordeaux-style blend. The latter was curious because I was all set to buy a bottle of a Barbera that tasted really nice. Then they poured that Bordeaux and it was lights-out for the Barbera. 🤣

More wine ahead: We visit J. Lohr in San Jose later in the afternoon.


canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
Oops, I did it again. I went wine shopping again. Yes, I just went wine shopping yesterday— and bought 6 bottles of wine. That wasn't bad as it brought my collection to just 51 bottles, a completely reasonable number compared to what I owned in years past.  But today I went wine shopping again— and bought another 6 bottles. 😅

Wine shopping... for the second time in two days (Nov 2025)

The impetus for going shopping again and buying wine again was that I still had my "Buy 6, get 20% off" coupon. It was supposed to be a single use coupon, but the Total Wine store I shopped at yesterday screwed it up. They didn't apply the coupon correctly. And since they gave me a runaround when I tried to use the coupon— and another runarounds when I politely asked them to correct their mistake— I decided, screw 'em I'll use it again. Yup, it's revenge shopping! 🤣

How did I pick 6 more wines today when I picked 6 just yesterday? I mean, it's not really exciting to think, "Oh, look, it's my 7th through 12th favorite wines!" Nor is it fulfilling to think, "Oh, boy, another copy of favorites #1-6!" I made today's shopping different by taking a different approach to my selections.

Yesterday I bought 6 wines that a) were brands I enjoyed before and wanted to add back to my collection or b) filled gaps in my collection where a variety, like zinfandel, was running low.

Today I took the approach of picking wines from my list of "Hmm, I'd like to try that sometime." I think of it as having a wine tasting at home. And some of those wines, like the two Pinot Noirs on the left have been on that list for several years! I guess I was always waiting for them to go on sale or something. And, well, today's revenge sale was the buying signal I needed.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
Today I went wine shopping. I bought 6 bottles because the store had a buy-6-get-20%-off sale going. As I slotted those bottles away into my shelf at home today I counted the total: I have 51 bottles of wine.

51 bottles is a good thing. ...Not because it's a lot but because it's a little! Years ago I had 100+ bottles in my collection, a situation I've referred to, jokingly, since then as "my drinking problem". The joke is that my problem is I buy wine faster than I drink it! (One of my friends pithily observed, "Really what you have is a shopping problem.")

Even with buying 6 bottles because there was a sale today— which comes after buying 3 last weekend when there was a different sale 😅— the new tally of 51 in my wine collection is actually less than earlier this year. In March I had 55... and I considered even that a good thing. I'm keeping my drinking shopping problem under control.

Back in March I also wrote about my hard liquor collection being a bit out of control. I've been working to tame it. Since then I've barely bought anything new, and I've been making a point of finishing off bottles that are close to empty. ...Not by saying, "Eh, only 4 shots left, bottoms up!" but by choosing, when I feel like enjoying a drink, liquor that's almost gone. I mean, why keep around lots of bottles with only a few shots left when I already have too many different bottles. I've knocked out two (mostly empty) bottles in the past month this way.

canyonwalker: Man in a suit holding a glass of whiskey (booze)
Last night I was inspired after having dinner out with Hawk at an old-favorite Mexican restaurant, where Arturito has been mixing margaritas for longer than the 28 years we've been customers, to keep the party going once I got home. I didn't feel like mixing margaritas just to have one drink, though, so instead I decided to enjoy some tequila straight. But which tequila? It turns out I have at least 8 different bottles in my cabinet. That can only mean one thing.... Time for a tequila taste test!

To keep it simple I limited my taste test to 3 tequilas, all reposados. Tequilas are categorized by how long they've been aged in oak casks. The youngest, blanco, are aged from not at all up to 2 months. Reposado, which in Spanish literally means "rested", is aged from 2 months up to 1 year. Añejo is aged 1-3 years. I chose reposado because it's generally at the lower end of what's enjoyable to drink straight. Plus, I have a lot of reposados. And within that age category I chose 3 of my cheaper examples. ...Well, two cheaper examples and one mid-priced one. I wanted to see if the slightly more expensive bottle is worth it.

Taste testing a few reposado tequilas from my cabinet (Oct 2025)

The three tequilas I put head-to-head are Tres Agaves, Espolón, and Casamigos. Note, none of these are actually cheap tequilas. There is no cheap tequila in my house. There's not even any Jose Cuervo, which is only "tequila" by the barest technical definition (51% distilled from blue agave) anyway.


  • Tres Amigos is the slightly more aged version of Tres Amigos blanco I like as a basic tequila for mixing margaritas. The blanco is actually good enough to sip straight. The reposado tastes not much different from it. Yes, it's got some ageing, so it blends in some of the caramel, vanilla, and spice flavors absorbed from the oak; but these are very light compared to the other reposados here. Instead it's got more of the pure taste of its agave. Probably this one is aged toward the younger end of the 2-12 months range.

  • Espolón is a good middle-shelf tequila reposado. It's got a bit more of the aged flavors than Tres Amigos but they're still not overpowering. The pure flavor of the agave shines through. Probably it's given just a bit longer in the oak casks. While both this and the Tres Amigos are okay for sipping straight they're not quite to the level that I would say enjoyable sipping straight.

  • Casamigos is a brand launched by actor George Clooney. Some people snivel that it's priced and bought all because of his star power rather than on its own merits. But here the Casamigos reposado was a clearly richer tequila than the two I tasted it against. The flavors of vanilla and caramel come through in genuinely warm fashion, contrasting nicely with the sharp flavor of the agave which is pleasantly softened here. Years ago I briefly made Casamigos Añejo my call drink at bars when I wanted to treat myself. Then I bought a three-pack of Casamigos tequilas to try the different age expressions and found I enjoyed the reposado, which is typically a bit cheaper, as much as the añejo.


Based on this tasting Casamigos was the one I poured a full shot of to drink. ...Wait, how could you drink 4 shots? you might wonder. Isn't it... One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor?

The reason it's not is that I didn't pour full shots for tasting. I poured short pours. Those shot glasses in the pic above that look empty? They're not empty. Those are the tastings I poured! They're about 10ml each. That's how I can get through a tasting of half a dozen or more liquors. People who come to my parties and scoff at those of us drinking in the kitchen think we're all drunkards because we're tasting, like, 6 or 8 bottles. This is how I help my guests have a great time while staying sober enough to drive home afterward.

And because I'm not driving home— the #2 benefit of drinking at home instead of at restaurants and bars— I enjoyed another full shot after drinking the last shot from that now-empty Casamigos bottle. For my night cap I went up another level to añejo and enjoyed a drink of Espolón añejo. I'll have to do a taste comparison with that another time.


canyonwalker: Hangin' in a hammock (life's a beach)
It's been another taking-it-easy around home weekend here. That's much like last weekend. And much like last weekend, taking it easy around home was Plan B. Plan A this weekend had been to stay at a resort in Mammoth Lakes on the eastern Sierra but heavy smoke and a road closure due to wildfire led us cancel the trip Thursday. So, what did we do instead?

Saturday morning Hawk went to the monthly flea market at DeAnza College in Cupertino that she likes to visit. She trolled primarily for gems but also found some cookware and a boardgame worth buying. Meanwhile I stayed home and slept in.

Saturday afternoon we went out for lunch together then visited the Mountain View Art & Wine Festival. While it had some of the same vendors as the Los Altos Art & Wine Festival in July it had a fair number that were different. We enjoyed strolling around past all the booths. Ultimately we didn't buy anything.

One reason we didn't buy anything is that while wine is right in the event's name, and I really enjoy wine tasting, I just don't find what's on offer at these festivals that compelling. It's too expensive. Ditto for the beer they offer, too. And that beer is generally stuff I could find in any supermarket anyway. I look at the prices and selection and think to myself, "I'd be way happier drinking at home on my patio." So that's what I did!

Relaxing outside with a beer (Sep 2025)

I even tried a beer that's new to me. It's one I picked up during a shopping trip at the liquor store a few days ago. Mostly I was buying beers I already know and enjoy but I saw this one, a variety similar to one I've enjoyed before from the brand, and figured it'd be worth a try. It was more or less what I imagined it would be. And it was good.

Saturday evening we went out to Comedy Sportz in San Jose. Wow, it's been like 20 years since we last saw a Comedy Sportz show. (They're a small chain of community-level improv comedy theaters.) They have changed... pretty much not at all... in the past 20 years. That's both a good thing and a bad thing. And it reminded us that we need to get back into going out to live shows more often.

Saturday night we capped off our "date night" with a late dinner after staying for the encore performance at Comedy Sportz. There aren't a huge variety of restaurants open at 10:30pm on a Saturday evening anymore. Covid and its aftereffects have really slammed the restaurant industry. But the chain restaurant we stopped for dinks and appetizers at was doing brisk business at 10:30pm, so it's clear there's still some demand out there even if most businesses can't figure out how to serve it profitably.

Sunday morning we both puttered around until almost noon, then went out for what we call a "ritual" lunch. Our lunch ritual is to eat at a casual restaurant and linger over the food with our smartphones/tablets out. 15+ years ago we did it with the Sunday newspaper! It's fun to have these long term habits and update them with the times.

Sunday afternoon we treated ourselves to ice cream then came back home for an afternoon at the pool.

Relaxing by the pool instead of traveling this weekend (Sep 2025)

As is our usual for the pool, we spent some time doing walking laps in the water, then relaxed floating around, then took a soak in the hot tub (well, I did that solo while Hawk stayed in the main pool), then dried off on lounge chairs while reading from our smartphones/tablets again.

Now we're taking it easy indoors (walking laps in the pool takes a lot out of us!) until dinnertime. We're talking about grilling hot dogs for dinner. Exact plans are still up in the air.

Tomorrow will be back to work for me— including 3 or 4 days of travel. So on that basis I'm not totally pissed about giving up our Sierra trip this weekend. Call it only 50% pissed. 🤣 Relaxing at home this weekend has been a nice alternative.


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I stopped by CVS on my lunch break yesterday to buy a few things. I couldn't help but notice what the person in front of me at checkout had on the conveyor belt:

The person in front of me at CVS seems to be buying a nutritious lunch (Sep 2025)

Yeah, that looks like a nutritious lunch right there! 🤣

Of course, I had to keep a straight face while in line because I was standing behind her with a whole tote bag full of booze. You see, the only two things I buy at CVS anymore— because they're the only two things CVS offers good prices on— are prescription drugs and sale booze.

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Canada travelog #29
Maple Leaf Lounge, YYZ Terminal 1 · Fri, 29 Aug 2025. 2:30pm.

Getting through the airport shuffle at YYZ today was... well, I won't say swift, because par for the course at YYZ it felt like we had to walk to Mississauga and back, but it was at least uneventful. There weren't really any lines....

Nearly empty passport queue for Canada to US (Aug 2025)

Passport control had more agents than travelers. I've read that trips from Canada to the US are way down thanks to our bellicose president. I wonder if the lack of crowding here at the passport queue is due to Canadians choosing not to travel to the US, or just due to the time of day. I'm certain it'll be more crowded late Friday afternoon, but how crowded?

It was also quiet here at the lounge when we arrived just after 2pm. Access to partner lounges is one of the benefits I get from my United Airlines Gold status, and Air Canada is a Star Alliance partner. If there were a United Club lounge here I would not get in for free, because United does not consider Canada "international" for purposes of its international travel benefits. (United was waaaay out ahead of President Trump, years ahead, in verbally treating Canada as "the 51st state".)

Enjoying a meal and a drink at the Air Canada Maple Leaf lounge (Aug 2025)

Hawk and I are sitting down now, enjoying a meal in the lounge. They've got a little buffet going that today has bulgogi, pesto pasta, and sauteed broccoli. It's an odd combination, but it works. And it's free and it's tasty.

Speaking of combinations, my beer in the photo is a combination. The lounge has a few beers on tap, including Smithwick's Red and Guinness Stout. I poured myself a Blacksmith.

Update: By the time I left the lounge around 6pm I'd eaten another plate of food and knocked down a Manhattan and 3 Gin + Tonics. 🥃🍸😋

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Canada travelog #5
Toronto, ON · Sat, 23 Aug 2025. 4pm.

Did you think I had my sarcasm on during my previous blog about (s)trolling through an art gallery? Oh, those were just the first few rounds. To quote Captain America, I can do this all day.

I did feel a little bad, though, that I was pissing on something our host was sincerely interested in. But my sarcasm was fueled in part by my resentment at what I considered his poor judgment in hosting. Long-lost relatives have traveled thousands of miles, at considerable cost to themselves, to see family thought dead for 3 generations, and his idea of a family reunion activity is, "Let's visit an art gallery together"? Especially a modern art gallery? ...Modern art being essentially a reverse intelligence test to figure out who's sharp enough to say, "No, this is mostly bullshit."

Well, while most of the rest of the group was acting like appropriate cowed peasants in the vaunted MoDeRn ArT GaLLeRy, my brother-in-law and I continued carrying on about how the emperor was still wearing no clothes. I've got to give our host credit, though. While Marty I and continued to snark about something he clearly loved, he continued to gently, and without offense, serenade us with notes about what we were seeing. I had to respect his patience. If this guy was tedious, he was at least professor emeritus of tedium. 🤣

I did kind of let him have it with both barrels in one of the exhibits. I think it was his favorite artist.

My thoughts on a (s)troll through the Art Gallery of Ontario (Aug 2025)

After a few hours of strolling— and trolling— at the Art Gallery of Ontario some in our party were ready for a meal. I wasn't hungry as I'd eaten right before getting to the museum. That's a pro tip I learned as a kid while being dragged to bullshit museums. Always eat first. But I was ready for a drink. This art gallery, to its credit, had a fully stocked bar at the front!

The gallery bar, unfortunately, was closed for the afternoon when we got to the front. That puzzled me a bit.... The bar was open at lunch. It was closed at 4pm. Ergo: gallery goers are day drinkers?

Perhaps the art teacher heard me half-joking about how I was ready for 2 fingers of Scotch. We ended up going across the street to the Village Idiot.

The Village Idiot pub in Toronto (Aug 2025)

The Village Idiot is a pub. 🤣 And I think the actual reason we landed there was not because anyone cared about me saying viewing modern art makes me turn to drink— though that would be apropos as from what I've seen most modern artists have drinking or other drug problems— but because the Village Idiot also serves food and is the closest non-ethnic restaurant to the museum.

Knocking back first one, then two, 20s of imported beer while sharing a plate of wings with my mother-in-law and her long-lost cousin-in-law, Ruth, was a nice cap to the afternoon. BTW, it's comical to me that MIL and Ruth are related only by marriage, not blood, because they look like they could be sisters.

Speaking of Ruth, as she knocked back one of those tall boys of beer— I was a bit buzzed after two and I'm nearly three times her size—she tried to apologize for the art teacher "boring" us with his lessons. I smiled and shared how I'm impressed the borer took no visible offense to my responses. 🤣

canyonwalker: A toast with 2 glasses of beer. Cheers! (beer tasting)
North Coast Roadtrip travelog #10
Fort Bragg · Sun, 27 Jul 2025, 5:30pm

After hiking at MacKerricher state park we drove into town in Fort Bragg. One thing I'm always keen to do when I'm here is visit North Coast Brewing.

My plan as we rolled into town was to stop briefly at the brewery's store, across the street from their pub, and just buy a few six-packs of hard-to-find beers instead of stopping to drink a few tastes. But the store is no more! Or rather, the store is now inside the pub. Inside the pub, of course, is also the pub. 🤣 And they're reopened their old-school pub room that was closed when I visited here several years ago in the post-Covid mess. Hawk was good with taking a break from the drive, so I sidled up on a bar stool and ordered a sampler.

Beer Tasting at North Coast Brewing in Fort Bragg, California (Jul 2025)

This sampler isn't like my first visit to the brewery years ago when they poured a gonzo sampler with 14 beers on it. 😳 They serve four beers at a time, though the glasses are a bit larger than before, 4oz. vs. 2.5.  I started with a pick of 4 then added 2 more since Hawk was good taking a rest from the road.

The six beers I tried today are:


  • Blue Star wheat beer. I picked this wheat beer to anchor the light end of the lineup. I've enjoyed it before and rarely see it in stores.

  • Acme Beer, an American lager. This style isn't one I normally pick out of a lineup but I was curious here because it's new. And I'm glad I tried it because I was reasonably impressed. It's got a stronger flavor than most American lagers do, and none of the skunky taste or aftertaste that most American lagers have. I liked it at least as much as Blue Star.

  • Old No. 38 stout. This is described as a Dublin dry stout. It definitely has a dry, almost woody, character. It's not as creamy Guiness Stout. It tasted kind of like if Guiness was a bloke who got drunk and punched you in the mouth. I mean, it's okay; the punch in the mouth was playful. 🤣 But when I want a stout I'd rather have a Guiness. Or maybe a peanut butter chocolate milk dessert-in-a-glass stout.

  • PranQster is one I've always enjoyed at the brewery and bought a few times at the store. It's a Belgian style golden ale with a higher than normal ABV, 7.6%. (Dunno if that's higher than normal for the variety, but it's higher than normal for normal beer, which normally comes in at around 4.5%.)

  • Le Merle is another beer I've had before, both at the brewery and through stores around home. As Belgian style farmhouse ale it's very similar to PranQster. When I've tried them back-to-back in the past I've often had a slight preference for Le Merle. Today I struggled to tell them apart. But they're both good, so I'd be happy having more of either one.

  • Brother Thelonius is a Belgian style abbey ale that I've always enjoyed. The name is a pun, of course. Abbey ale is traditionally made by monks in an abbey. And Thelonius is a callout to the musician Thelonius Monk. Cheesy name aside, it's a really good beer. Though it did take me a while to warm up to it years ago. At a higher alcohol concentration, 9.4%, twice that of normal beer, and with a strong flavor, it's a beer that's best enjoyed when sipped like wine.

I stopped by the store in the pub on my way out the door to grab some packs for take-home. I would've been willing to buy both PranQster and Le Merle but I figured I can find them easily enough in stores at home. Thus I focused on Blue Star, which is usually out of stock. Except it was out of stock here, at the brewery store, too! I picked up a few four-packs of Brother Thelonius because it was at a good price compared to local stores; plus a six-pack of Acme Beer because it's new and it impressed me and I haven't seen it at retail yet.


canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
Saturday was a day for wine tasting at two wineries. After visiting David Bruce Winery with my friend Anthony and I drove up along Skyline Boulevard to Thomas Fogarty Winery in the mountains of Woodside, California.

Thomas Fogarty Winery in Woodside (Aug 2025)

It's with a bit of irony I say it was a day for vistiing two wineries. Initially my plan had been to visit three!  I'd made reservations (yes, reservations are all but required nowadays) for David Bruce at 1pm, Byington at 2, and Thomas Fogarty at 4. Already it was 1:15 as we were halfway through our first of five samples at David Bruce. I could tell there was no way we'd get to Byington anywhere close to 2pm. So I canceled the appointment with Byington and figured we'd stretch out our time at David Bruce, leaving plenty of time to get to Thomas Fogarty. It turned out we got there just in time, arriving a few minutes after our 4pm reservation..

My plan of visiting three wineries in the afternoon wasn't unreasonable... or even aggressive. It was just... not the way it works anymore. Years ago wine tastings were done at a bar in a tasting room. Tasting coordinators served like bartenders and poured one tasting after another. Get 'em in, get 'em out was the operating philosophy back then.

On my countless wine tasting trips in the past, visiting only three wineries in one afternoon seemed like taking it easy. A few times I managed to visit 5 wineries in a day with a bit of planning ahead, such as visiting in and around Sonoma's Alexander Valley.  At least once I even managed 6 tasting visits in a day. But that was with the get-'em-in, get-'em-out style of service. Now many wineries have moved toward an "experience" model of wine tasting where they sit you down on a well manicured terrace while a server pours one small glass of wine at a time to savor along with the views. It's nice in that it now matches the ever-rising tasting fees that wineries charge.

The grapes in this wine haven't moved more than 200 feet since birth (Aug 2025)

Saturday, though, Anthony and I embraced the slower model of service. After I canceled our 2:00 with Byington we relaxed on the terrace at David Bruce, letting them define the speed of service. We wound up staying there not just past 1:50pm when we otherwise would've had to jet to make it to Byington just up the road but actually until 3:15 when we had to jet just to make it to Thomas Fogarty!

Again at Thomas Fogarty we enjoyed the relaxed pace of service, chatting amiably on the terrace in between sips of two different wine flights. We didn't finish there until after 5:45pm. We were hurried just a bit at the end as we were the last customers there.

As for the wines? Well, it's ironic that Thomas Fogarty is a local winery I've been meaning to visit for over 25 years. And now that I've finally gotten there, I found the wines all forgettable. Oh, they were good wines, but they weren't amazing— the eye-popping scores in the menu notwithstanding. And they were all priced like amazing wines, with the cheapest starting at about $60 and the priciest an even $100.

The wine that I found the most memorable was not for its taste but its place. The glass I'm holding in the photo above is a pinot noir from grapes grown on the hilltop right beyond the terrace. With the winemaking operation being in the building right behind me I quipped out loud, "The grapes in this glass haven't moved more than 200 feet since they were born!"

How's that for "farm to table"? I've got your MF table right next to your MF farm. 🤣

View across Silicon Valley and south SF Bay from Thomas Fogarty Winery in Woodside (Aug 2025)

After the tasting we finished the day by continuing the drive along Skyline Boulevard. Anthony was oohing and aahing the whole way as he'd never ridden in a convertible before. At the 35/84 junction we pulled aside across from Alice's Restaurant to call Hawk to coordinate dinner. Then we drove down Woodside Road to I-280 and into Palo Alto to meet Hawk and Amy (Anthony's wife) for dinner at Palo Alto Sol. Delicious enchiladas and margaritas.... It was a great ending to a great day.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
I've been trying to get a wine tasting trip going for a while. Not a big trip, just a local trip, as there are more than a dozen wineries in the foothills and up the near side of the Santa Cruz mountains near where I live. (There are also multiple dozen wineries 45-60 minutes in the other direction, in the Livermore Valley, but I toured that region extensively several times years ago. I've spent way less time visiting wineries in the mountains I can literally see from my house.) And when I say I've been trying to get this trip going for a while I mean both "for a couple of months" and "for several years". 😰

The "for a couple of months" part is because I've been waiting for the right opportunity: a weekend with nice weather when we didn't have conflicting plans and when, ideally, I could find a friend to do tastings with.

Yesterday was finally the day! A buddy and I visited a few wineries in the mountains and had a great time, enjoying the wine, the camaraderie, and the weather. Our first stop, after grabbing a quick lunch together in town, was David Bruce Winery in Los Gatos, in mountains above San Jose.

David Bruce Winery in the mountains above San Jose (Aug 2025)

Why wait for nice weather? I mean, why not? 😂 But seriously, wineries are definitely open in shitty weather, too. And I've had some memorable experiences doing wine tasting when it's gloomy and cold outside but warm and intimate inside an old time-y building with a fire going in the fireplace and a glass of good red wine in my hand.

My idea for this trip was to go on a warm, clear afternoon so we could drop the top on the convertible and enjoy the drive through the mountains as well as the wine. And that's exactly the weather we had on tap for this weekend. ...The last few weekends, too, but I either had conflicting plans for those or didn't make plans in time.

Speaking of making plans in time, it was only Friday night I called a couple of friends to see about going wine tasting on Saturday. Damn procrastination. One already had drinking plans for Friday night and didn't think he'd be able to get up in time Saturday. The other, Anthony, also had drinking plans Friday night— in fact, he choked on a shot of liquor when he answered the phone and said "Hello" 🤣— but he's a lot younger so he figured he'd snap back just fine by Saturday morning. 💪

Enjoying the views at David Bruce Winery (Aug 2025)

David Bruce is a beautiful winery. As you can see in the first photo above it's not much to look at from the parking lot. It looks kind of like a stone behemoth half-buried in the hillside. But that's also part of its beauty. The designers created natural cooling for the winemaking process by using heavy natural materials and locating it half underground. And all the greenery around it helps it blend into the natural landscape of the hills. The second pic above I took as we walked along the terrace to the tasting room.

Reservations Required (Also: We're Married Now)

I'd had to call ahead for a reservation for wine tasting. That's one thing that's different about wine tasting now vs. years ago.... It used to be you only needed an appointment for a private, high-end tasting or a tour— and even those you could even sign up for on the day of, very often. Now wineries ask for reservations even for basic tastings. So I made reservations with 3 wineries for Saturday.

David Bruce I had to call on the phone at 11am (when they opened) because their online ressy system wouldn't accept day-of reservations. The coordinator I spoke to hemmed and hawed as she dug up the appointments book. She sure made it seemed like they were squeezing us in. Yet when we arrived at 1pm the winery the parking lot was less than 20% full. There were only three small groups in the tasting area, and two of the couples were leaving.

"Oops, we're married" my buddy texts our wives (Aug 2025)

As a coordinator sat us on the terrace overlooking the hillside with glasses of rosé to start, we both chuckled as the reservation card set out for us. "We're married now!" Anthony texted to both of our spouses. 🤣

Taste 'em All, Buy a Few Bottles Each

The winery offered two choices for tasting. We figured since we're married now we could each order a different flight and then share it with one another. I even joked that we could intertwine arms as we did so. Spoiler: we didn't. 🤣

We generally liked all the wines poured at David Bruce. The reisling was light and gently fruity. It was on the dry side of the reisling variety but with natural sweetness coming from the subtle fruit flavors. That was nice because it didn't have the syrupy mouth feel that comes along with sweeter reislings due to their residual sugar content. Anthony bought a bottle of that because he liked it and thought his wife would really like it, too. I considered it but opted to spend my chips on the pinot noir.

Speaking of pinot noir, there were four pinot noir examples on the tasting menu. One of the flights was just 4 pinots. Actually five, if you count the freebie rosé of pinot noir they started us with. (The rosé is shown in the pic above.) I generally liked all of them. For me the top two were the Russian River pinot (grapes grown in the Russian River appellation of Sonoma County) and the estate pinot (possibly growing on the hillside in the photos here). The Russian River example had a nicely spicy characteristic that's rare. But the estate pinot is the one I bought, two bottles even, because it balanced a warm, spicy dimension with delicious fruit flavor.

We finished up with a petite sirah. To me it wasn't very special; likely because I've had a lot of petite sirah before when I made regular wine tasting trips to Livermore Valley. I'm not saying it's bad, just that I'm a little jaded on the variety. Anthony was really into it and bought a bottle to take home.

As we stood to leave it was time to pay the piper. Many wineries advertise their bottle prices right on the tasting card, so you know what you're drinking. David Bruce didn't, which seemed a little suspicious. I was prepared for them to hit us with, like $55+ prices per bottle. I remember when I visited David Bruce 10 years ago the prices were all $35+, which was a lot back then. With inflation today those prices would be at least $55. So I was surprised that most of the bottles were priced at $39. That makes David Bruce... well, not a bargain, but definitely a solid quality-price ratio.

Oh, except the wine I liked best turned out to be the most expensive on the list. The estate pinot was $65. It's like they knew which was best, too. 😅 But by that point I'd already decided on it and didn't want to settle for second best. Plus, I figured with them comping the $30 tasting fee for buying two bottles it worked out to effectively $50 per bottle. I've groused before about $50 bottles of pinot noir.... Well, that was before the significant inflation of the past several years. And this one genuinely seemed worth it.

Keep reading: we visit Thomas Fogarty Winery next!
canyonwalker: A toast with 2 glasses of beer. Cheers! (beer tasting)
North Coast Roadtrip travelog #5
Eureka · Sat, 26 Jul 2025, 3:15pm

After driving quite a bit this morning— including a relaxing roll along Avenue of the Giants— and rock-hounding at Agate Beach we'd worked up quite an appetite for lunch. No, we didn't eat at a brewery as the title of this journal entry made lead you to believe. We ate lunch at a regular restaurant. Then we went to the brewery, just for beer tasting. 😅

Lost Coast Brewery in Eureka, California (Jul 2025)Lost Coast Brewing is a small brewery located in Eureka, California. We passed through Eureka this morning driving north, driving right past the brewery just south of downtown, then ate lunch just up the street from it. We mulled eating at the brewery, as it has a small food menu in addition to its beer, but decided the eats might be better at a regular restaurant. So we enjoyed Philadelphia-style cheese steaks first then drove over to the brewery.

I'm familiar with a few of Lost Coast's beers. Grocery stores here in California generally carry their Great White and Downtown Brown varieties. Great White is the one with a Picasso-esque shark on the label. That shark art also exists as a huge wood carving in front of the brewery (photo right/above).

I'm not much of a fan of the Great White, and I've had Downtown Brown various times before, so in picking a handful of beers for my taster sampling I chose a bunch of beers I've never seen before. There was a pilsner, a plain wheat, an amber ale, a dry stout and the Peanut Butter Chocolate Milk Stout. I also grabbed a quick taste of the Great White to remind myself of what I'm not missing.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Milk Stout by Lost Coast BrewingI liked three of the beers enough to want to buy six-packs to take home: the pilsner, the wheat, and the candy-bar-in-a-glass stout.

Beers I didn't even bother tasting include any of their IPAs and overly fruity wheats. I know I don't care for those. I grabbed a quick taste of their best-selling Great White to remind myself of what I'm not missing.

Unfortunately when I went to check their shop, most of the beers I liked were not sold in bottles or cans; they're only available on tap at the brewery. That left the Peanut Butter Chocolate Milk Stout as the only one I could buy to take home with me. So I bought two boxes. 😂

Update: since getting back home I've enjoyed one can of the candy-bar-in-a-glass stout. It really is like drinking a candy bar in a glass. That's why I've only had one. It's delicious but it's so sweet it's not something I find enjoyable to drink too many of. It's like milkshakes. I love milkshakes— but I've never drank two of them in one day.
canyonwalker: My old '98 M3 convertible (road trip!)
North Coast Roadtrip travelog #2
Garberville · Fri, 25 Jul 2025, 10pm

In my previous blog I wrote about our Friday Night Halfway trip to the tiny town of Garberville. I pushed out thats blog as quickly as possible this evening after arriving in Garberville and settling in to the hotel because I wasn't sure how much time I'd have for more. Well, there's a whole lot of nothing to do in this town on a Friday night, so here comes part 2. I'm calling this Postcards From Garberville.

Driving 101 through Mendocino County (Jul 2025)

The drive up US 101 this evening was pleasant once we got out of the San Francisco area. Once past the 8- to 10-lane stretches of superhighway— and the loss of lanes in the Novato Narrows as my friend Dave says it's called— 101 is a really pretty road. The photo above comes from somewhere above wine country in Mendocino County. Yeah, the road is narrowing there, too. It's one of the few places in far northern California where 101 isn't a 4-lane highway.

Of course that spot, climbing through the golden hills, isn't the narrowest....

Highway 101 narrows through groves of redwood trees in Humboldt County (Jul 2025)

In a few spots in Humboldt County US-101 narrows considerably as it winds through groves of redwood trees. Yes, there are redwood parks up here, including Redwood National Park, but you don't even have to go into a park to see these magnificent trees. They're right on the road. You have to slow down and steer not to hit them.

Arriving in tiny Garberville, California (Jul 2025)

We pulled off Highway 101 into Garberville just before sunset Friday evening. You can actually see most of the town in this photo if you squint. 😅 That's our motel with the "MOTEL" sign just down the hill.

Our simple motel room in Garberville, California (Jul 2025)

In a town this small you don't expect your motel to be the Waldorf Astoria... or even the Hampton Inn. We stayed at a no-name motel that was strictly basic accommodations. A bed, a roof, a shower... and, since it's not 2005 anymore, a mini fridge, a microwave, and wifi. This room ran us about $100. That's kind of the ante nowadays for basic accommodations. We could've stayed at the Best Western Plus down the street, with a pool and a hot tub, for $200+.

Speaking of the mini fridge, I'd packed some drinks and breakfast food from home in a cooler bag to store in the room. I brought a bottle of beer to enjoy this evening... but just one bottle. One was all I had cold in my mega fridge at home, and I didn't feel like going down to the cellar to pull up more. 😅 No problem, I figured; I could check one of the stores nearby in town and buy more beer.

A magical find at the local gas station: NEW Red Tail Ale! (Jul 2025)

At a gas station convenience store down the hill I was all set to buy a six-pack from a north coast microbrew I rarely see carried in stores around home. Then I noticed something I've never seen before, in any store. Red Tail Ale.

Once upon a time Red Tail Ale was my favorite beer, hands down. I discovered it when I moved to Calfiornia back in the 1990s. Then around 2010 or so the brewery, Mendocino Brewing Company, was acquired by a Japanese conglomerate that started fiddling with the recipe and ruined it. The company folded up in 2018.

No, these aren't 7 year old cans of beer from before the company dissolved. They're also not 15 year old cans from before the foreign buyer fucked it up. They're a new beer, made by a new local brewery, that found the original recipe for Red Tail Ale and got access to the name and beautiful artwork. You know I had to give it a try!

Enjoying sunset from the hotel parking lot in Garberville (Jul 2025)

Back at our motel room, there wasn't much of a place for me to enjoy my beer. Just two chairs around a small table under the TV. So I did like I noticed several of our neighbors doing.... I dragged a chair out to the breezeway and set up on a railing overlooking the parking lot. It seemed like such a trailer park thing when I first saw it— and yes, there's a trailer park across the street, complete with crying kids walking around in diapers and yapping dogs—but then I figured, "When in Rome...."

And yes, the Red Tail Ale is good. It reminds me of the beer I fell in love with twenty-some years ago. Is it just as good as the original? I'm not sure. It's hard to compare to something from that long ago. But now I know to start looking for this in stores near home.

canyonwalker: A toast with 2 glasses of beer. Cheers! (beer tasting)
Yesterday I wrote about trying shit beer just because it's well reviewed in a Buzzfeed listicle. Well, there was another beer on one of those shit lists that I was keeping in the back of my mind. Not because it's actually shit but because I've had it before and— at the time at least— didn't think it was shit. I mean, how could this beer be shit when it didn't just impress 10 random bartenders surveyed for a 2020s Buzzfeed listicle but inspired a blockbuster movie franchise in the 1970s and 1980s?

That's right, this beer inspired a movie.

I'm talking about Smokey and the Bandit.

And it wasn't just a touchstone of American cinema from 1977 but it also launched the career of movie star Burt Reynolds.

And the beer? I'm talking, of course, about Coors Banquet.

Coors Banquet, the original Coors beer (Jun 2025)

"Wait," you might be thinking, "Isn't Smokey and the Bandit about Burt Reynolds exuding ``country cool'' while outfoxing a bunch of incompetent Southern sheriffs who are trying to write him speeding tickets?"

Yes, it is about all that. But the driving motive of the story, the thing that kicks off all the action, is beer. And not just any beer, but specifically Coors Banquet.

It's part of American folklore that Coors, based in Golden, Colorado, didn't distribute its beer west of the Mississippi River until 1986. For decades people who traveled across the US found that this really tasty beer that was available in Western states wasn't available in the rest of the country. Among beer aficionados it became notorious. Travelers would bring cases home with them. Coors is even reputed to have been carried aboard Air Force One multiple times, as presidents Eisenhower and Ford were fans of it. Thus the MacGuffin for Smokey and the Bandit in 1977: a wealthy gambler in Atlanta challenges a truck driving team to bring him a shipment of 400 cases of Coors Banquet— illegally— in time to show off to his peers at a racing event. They have to drive from Georgia to Texas to fetch it, then back in record time to deliver it.

So, after that wind-up, how does it taste?

It's... not shit.

Unlike other "shit" beers I've tried— unlike pretty much all other traditional mass-produced US beers— it doesn't have a nasty taste. It doesn't have a nasty taste at the beginning that fades away, it doesn't taste nasty at the end. It doesn't taste nasty on its own, it doesn't tasty nasty with food. It just tastes... decent. Like mass-produced US beer if it... wasn't shit. 😳

Mind you, it's not a richly flavorful beer. It's basic beer. But it's decent basic beer. Like, I could set this alongside any of countless basic European beers and it'd fit right in.

Mind you #2, this is not Coors Light. The "Silver Bullet" is a hugely selling beer, propelled by the sales and marketing behind its lower calorie formulation. It's lower in calories and also way lighter in taste. Coors Banquet is the original Coors and has a richer taste.

So, pop open a gold label Coors and watch country-cool Burt Reynolds outfox a bunch of dim-witted Southern sheriffs trying to write him a speeding ticket.
canyonwalker: A toast with 2 glasses of beer. Cheers! (beer tasting)
Every so often I get inspired by one of those Buzzfeed listicles, "We asked 10 bartenders what shit beer they like." Of course they don't actually call it shit beer; they use some euphemism like "cheap beer" or "traditional American style lager". Y'know, the pisswater American macrobrews like Bud and Miller, except not Bud or Miller. Usually. That's how I was inspired to try a 12-pack of Miller Hi-Life a few years ago as part of my ongoing beer tasting project. Verdict: pisswater beer was kinda... pisswatery. Well, after a few years I was motivated by another of these "shit beer that online randos say they like" listicles to try Narragansett Lager.

Trying Narragansett Lager (Jun 2024)Those of you of a certain age who hail from Rhode Island, all maybe 200,000 of you, may object to my lumping Narragansett in with shit beers. 'Gansett is your state brew! There was a time decades ago when regional beers were more prominent— and generally they were better, if even by a little bit, than the nationally distributed swill of Bud, Miller, or what Schlitz degenerated into.

The fact that Narragansett is a regional beer from all the way across the country made me wonder if I'd be able to find it here in California. It turns out it's not so hard. My trusty regular source, Total Wine & More, keeps it in stock. I picked up a 6er of it when we were out last weekend.

The first thing of note about Narragansett is that it come in 16oz. cans. It sells for a price similar to packs of 12oz. cans, though, making it a bit of a deal right there.

The next thing I noticed, when I poured it into a glass, is that it foams into quite a head if not poured carefully. The glass pictured (right/above) is an 18oz glass, and that's not even the full can I managed to pour in before the head filled it up.

So, how does it taste? In a word: Uhh....

Uhh is because this beer starts out nasty. It has a sour, skunky taste at first sip. Fortunately that clears up quickly and the beer becomes somewhat pleasant, if bland. But still, starting out icky and then only improving to "bland" is hardly a recommendation.

Maybe I should stop trying to believe these Buzzfeed listicles that the best shit beers are any good.


canyonwalker: The "A" Train subway arrives at a station (New York New York)
NYC Quickie Travelog #5
Midtown Manhattan - Tue, 25 Mar 2025, 7:30am

It's been two nights of being up late and two mornings of being up early. Ugh.

The first was because of timezone changes. I flew to New York on Sunday. Going east, the 3 hour time change makes it hard to get to bed at night. I stayed up until 12:30am on my computer before turning out the lights but then tossed and turned in bed until almost 2. I even took a light sleeping pill that didn't seem to help.

The start of the workweek (not counting spending most of my day Sunday traveling for work) came early. My alarm rang at 6:30am. I snoozed it once and, thankfully, it turned out I didn't need to rush. My working spot for the day was just a short walk away, closer than I had estimated last week. I had time to check things on my personal computer in the morning, stop at a bagel shop on the way to work, and still get to the office before most others arrived for the workshop.

Monday was another night of being up late, though I can't blame timezone change for it. I was out with colleagues too late. The company had a reception at a rooftop bar after Monday's training/feedback. It was scheduled for just 30 minutes— the reception, that is— but lasted much longer. A few people peeled off after 30 minutes to get a proper dinner somewhere else; something about them needing "a porterhouse steak and a $200 bottle of wine". Or maybe that was how those of us left slumming it on the rooftop bar saw it. 🤣

I was with a small group that stayed until the bar closed down sometime after 11, then stumbled into another bar on the walk back to the hotel. The group stumbled into the bar. Actually, two stragglers in the group stumbled into the bar. I was already half a block ahead waiting for them to catch up when I noticed them stepping into an Irish pub. I seriously considered leaving their drunk asses there but decided instead to stick with the group... and for the same reasons I'd stuck with they already to that point. They're my team. 🙄

I finally got back to my room— no additional stumbling into bars on the rest of the walk home— a bit after midnight. I undressed and went straight to bed.

My 6:45am alarm today came early, though not quite as early as yesterday. I had spare time then so I relaxed it by 15 minutes today.

I'm feeling only slightly off from last night. Mostly that's because I did not go overboard with drinking last night. I hit the proverbial bottle hard at first, then slowed my pace of drinking— deliberately— after that. Some of my colleagues pounded down 3-4 more drinks while I nursed one. And they don't have the body mass I do. I bet they're going to be hurting when I see them at work in another hour.

canyonwalker: Cheers! (wine tasting)
Today I was thinking about about my progress/regress on my "drinking problem" and figured I'd post an update. Then I checked my blog and saw that the last time I wrote about it was just over 2 years ago. Wow, talk about things that haven't been front of mind for a while!

Note I quoted the term "drinking problem". That's because I'm using it ironically. My problem isn't that I drink too little; it's that I don't drink enough! 😅 ...Well, I don't drink enough compared to how much I like buy. "Really what you have is a shopping problem, not a drinking problem," one of my friends assured me several years ago. 🤣

So, how am I doing with my drinking shopping problem?

Wine: Years ago I set a target on my wine collection of 75 bottles ± 5. It was kind of like the dipstick for the car's oil: 70 was the "fill" line— meaning, time to buy more— and 80 was the "full" line— meaning, definitely don't add any past here. That was way down from the high of 120+ bottles my wine collection reached in 2011 when I self-diagnosed my drinking problem. I chose 75 as a target because allowed a good back-stock of the varieties of wine I enjoy drinking while balancing that with the rate at which I drank wine. Well, I've slowed down on drinking wine over the past few years. In turn I've reduced my target range. When I moved some bottles up from the cellar today I counted I'm currently at 55 bottles of wine. I think 55-60 is a good new target range until my tastes change again.

Beer: Over the past few years I've gotten more into drinking beer. It's a side effect of my Beer Tasting 2022 project— which, yes, it's still ongoing. Right now I have several six-packs worth across multiple brands and varieties. That's a lot compared to pre-2022, but my rates of buying and drinking are a) in harmony and b) not beyond "modest". Also, I keep most of the beer down in the cellar, so it's not like it's filling the fridge or cluttering the counter.

Hard liquor: If there's one area where I've let things get a bit out of control, it's the hard stuff. Again, "out of control" pertains to the shopping problem side of the issue. I've bought too much liquor thinking, "Oh, I'll enjoy trying that," and then it's spread out of my liquor cabinet and across too much of the kitchen counter. See the picture from our birthday party 6 weeks ago. ...And, yeah, it's got worse that night when 3 friends brought bottles as gifts. 😂

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