I have always had a complicated relationship with whiskey, and by complicated, I think I mean it kind of makes me gag a little bit, and I don’t feel right drinking it, being that I don’t have a beard. But: I have always been jealous of my cute lady friends who can sip on one like a pro. Last night, at my ‘holding court’ thing, I think I discovered that whiskey DEFINITELY belongs with ginger beer and a sprig of mint. Also, Steve taught me that if you breathe in, drink, then breathe out / exhale the fumes, it goes down much smoother. Which it does. THANKS FOR THE VICE.