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Bolt

My grip tightens around the black tinted glass as I pour my favorite whiskey The scent hits me hard, and damn—do I love the way it wakes ht senses to jar my eyes wide open

It’s five o’clock somewhere

Saluting the air, I take a saze around the room This is my house, my domain, mine to ohen the time comes

The sun is shining through the huge s that reach fro a million tiny rainbows to explode in every direction

I fucking love this place Ever since I was kid this place was randfather took his small liquor hobby and turned it into an empire

A huge oak bar runs the length of the back wall, h the doors Huge pictures hang on the walls showcasing sorain mash to the liquid that burns the back of your throat in a way only our whiskey can

The darkness of the cherry wood floor compliments the white oak barrels we have on display to sho our whiskey is aged Beautiful bottles, filled to the bri theainst the mirror backdrop

Every detail was crafted to not only enhance the drinker’s experience, but to make you feel like you were in on a little secret we decided to share with you It’s stunning, eye catching, and one day, it will all be mine

I can feel the cool liquor in ers, slowly trickling down to my knuckles The air is warain before I take another sip

Fuck, is the A/C broken?

Glancing at the wall beside the bar, the ther the button, I lower it to sixty, and wipe the outside of lass