The night began just outside of Kansas City. An 112 proof cask strength rye tickled my palate. Its spicy elements of toffee and vanilla carried me to the Northwest corner of the United States.
Read MoreThe night began just outside of Kansas City. An 112 proof cask strength rye tickled my palate. Its spicy elements of toffee and vanilla carried me to the Northwest corner of the United States.
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