Comrade Jameson

You are polite, Herr Jameson! You have a very mild taste, too uninteresting for me, but nonetheless, I can see why the night would go by with you in constant demand. I feel a strange clarity that I rarely feel towards this hour of drunkenness with most other whiskies. Jameson seems to tickle you to drunkenness whereas other alcohols either dunk you, drop you, push you, tackle you or rape you. Thanks for the gentle fuck, Jameson, and the sweet whispers of acrid breath that melt the wax in my ears. Jameson, you made my birthday party and you made it feel like balloons, cake and confetti.