Saturday, September 1, 2018

Amuse Bouche


“I mean people act like every single malt is superior to every blended whiskey, but that’s just ridiculous. Some of them taste like ass. And frankly, I don’t really want a bunch of weird flavours in my scotch. I want it to go down smooth and not give me a hangover the next day. I’d take a gold label over a random eighteen-year-old any day of the week…” He was further expounding on this topic to another friend when a cool hand slipped around his neck and some kind of expensive perfume wafted over him.
“Random eighteen-year-olds been bothering you lately?”

from Dijin City by Saad Z. Hossan (2017). Recommended.

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