"Some bad bourbons are more memorable than good ones."

Walker Percy on the aesthetics, though not the connoisseurship, of bourbon.

But what to say? Take a drink, by now from a proper concave hip flask (a long way from the Delta Coke bottle) with a hinged top. Will she have a drink? No, but that's all right. The taste of bourbon (Cream of Kentucky) and the smell of her fuse with the brilliant Carolina fall and the sounds of the crowd and the hit of the linemen in the single synthesis.

My dad was a bourbon drinker, but I still haven't fully developed a taste for it. I'll still keep trying, partly for the connection to him, and also intend to read Percy's acclaimed The Moviegoer.