When taking a tour of the Jameson Distillery, I had a positive out look going into it. I was looking forward to the part where we got to taste the whiskey. Which, looking back, I do not know why because I do not really like whiskey. However, the tour was fun and we got to see a lot and go through the process of how this "Irish water" is made. All I can say, is that there was a huge amount of labor going into making this drink. Everything there was so old, and as time goes on things evolve and the process of making things gets easier. As machines are swapped for hands on labor.
One of the things that I can't forget is the smell. Not in a bad way thought, it was a nice, crisp scent. Compared to the Guinness Storehouse scent, this was a step up. The Guinness place just smelled like a long, bad night out. While the Jameson Distillery, you could smell the wood from the barrels and the aging whiskey. It was very nice. Going back to the tasting portion of this tour...I felt like I had to choke down the samples. It was like my life flashed before my eyes, the taste was nasty. I just don't have the taste for whiskey, so it was like my heart restarted. To me, me experience reminded me of the "A Drinking Song" by Yeats. The meaning of the poem does not relate to me, it is just the last lines that I chose to interpret a whole different way.
"I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh."
The reason I relate to this was because with each sample, I foreshadowed what was to come. I was not going to like the taste, it was going to burn, and it was warm going down. Each sample, it is true, I would look at my friends, take a deep breath and brace myself, and take the sip. The poem, in a sense describes exactly what I did and how I felt. This is absolutely a completely different way to look at this poem. Overall, the experience was great and I wouldn't change anything. I just do not have the taste for Irish whiskey.
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