For years I’ve fretted over the wellbeing of these two lost souls that were seemingly abandoned on the side of Route 341 just south of Silver City, Nevada. Who could they be, and for God’s sake where were their parents? Well part of that mystery was solved during a recent trip to the Finger Lakes region of New York State.
There hiding out in a secluded corner of Finger Lake Distilling above the shoreline of Lake Seneca was dear old dad. The irresponsible lout was all polished up and full of rye whiskey. I really couldn’t blame him though, because the rye was the McKenzie. This newly released gem of a whiskey from the distillery is among the best ryes ever made in North America.
So after several sips and bit of a scolding, I reminded pop about his kids rusting in the hot Nevada desert. He promised to take responsibility, but that would be predicated on whiskey sales. So please pay a visit to Finger Lakes Distilling and indulge yourself with a bottle of the McKenzie.
Do it for yourself…do it for the children!
Look for an upcoming article about the distillery and other sources of good libations in the Finger Lakes in the December issue of American Public House Review.
Posted by: Chris Poh
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if this here distiller is McKenzie, wouldn’t it make those two out in Nevada children of McKenzie? But I thought McKenzie Childs was across the lake in Aurora.