Usually the amount of time my whiskey is aged depends solely on how long it took the delivery truck to get it from the factory in Hoboken to the SavOn Drugs or Albertson’s. There’s really nothing like drinking grain alcohol so special that you can actually feel it burning the lining of your stomach.
But some people like to drink “quality” liquor that has sat around in some barrel for a bunch of years or some shit. I say, if it doesn’t come in a plastic bottle, it doesn’t come in my mouth. Wait, I meant go in my mouth. Forget it.
Well, now there’s something for everybody. Through the mystical powers of magnets and particles and other sciencey type stuff, The Shooter Buddy instantly ages booze the equivalent of ten years. So now I can still get my economy jug of Evan Williams or Charles Shaw and make it taste like Jack Daniel’s and Chateau Lafite. Personally, I’m going to wait until they have one big enough to fit a box of wine. (Thanks, Laz)