If I drink Bourbon, I drink this.
I bought two bottles of this to drink with a friend I worked with in Iraq during the war.
He got kidnapped when I was out of the country and I bought them to celebrate his rescue and release.
We only got through one bottle and I’ve kept the other for I don’t know what.
For a night like this perhaps. A hot night where I get to write in the garden.
So here I am, sat in my safe, comfortable English garden. And I’m raising a glass to my friend. Currently the last western journalist holed up and working in Damascus.
To your safe return Phil.