I have dated many whiskies and I tend to use them interchangeably depending on my mood. They don’t mind being used; they are dependable, usually available, and I don’t care if they don’t love me as much as I love them. I can tell them my problems, cry with them, laugh with them…you get the picture. And so I refer to them by first names:
Jack is Jack Daniel’s, one of my first loves. Pictured to the right. Fine lookin' man.
James or Jamie is Jameson. He was a gift (from God!) on my 21st birthday.
Jim or Jimmy is actually Jim Beam. I knew him better in my youth; we’ve kind of grown apart, although I hear he has some older brothers – Devil’s Cut, let’s meet up – that I keep meaning to flirt with.
Mark – Maker’s Mark. I’m a sucker for that red wax.
Pete, a.k.a. Peat, is actually named after the ingredient that gives whiskey that smoky taste.