Fly Like an Eagle

Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me

Who knew that Steve Miller was a bourbon drinker? All this time I thought the song was just another funky-bluesy psychedelic pop tune from my high school days. Now I'm wise enough to read between the lines. Obviously, the "spirit" refers to whiskey. And the "eagle" refers to EAGLE RARE bourbon. Them rock stars are tricky bastards. Makin' us think the song is about one thing when it's really about another. Of course, us youngsters didn't know shit about good bourbon back then. But the folks at BUFFALO TRACE sure do, and I gather from the wikipedia article that EAGLE RARE is made by BT who are a subsidiary of SAZERAC. Regardless of who claims title to this brand, it seems to be cooked up in Frankfort, Kentucky. (Do I have to go there or what?) And it is an ass-kicking brew. It is listed as a single barrel, 101 proof and 10 years old. It has the rough-and-tumble quality of a single barrel, with a big up-front attack on the nostrils and palate, but a surprisingly smooth and flavor-rich finish. Must be the long aging. It is a complex drink, revealing some subtlety when water is added, and unfolding its many layers as you work down the glass. Drink too much of this kind of spirit and you'll think you can fly. I get it now, Steve. I do.

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' . . . (or is that sippin', sippin', sippin' . . . ?)