This shit is righteous. When you drink Teeling, there’s something light and stingy up front. I don’t know what is, exactly. It’s like a Lebrechaun is in your mouth trying to give birth to a Speyside Scotch. Don’t swallow it too fast though. Give it a few seconds and you’ll find something there. It put me in mind of this perfume my high school girlfriend used to wear. Made me feel like those dark nights when you’re waiting for sleep and SHE comes to your mind. And you know who she is. She is the goddess of desire that haunts your dreams. The one you wish you hadn’t turned away from. The one whose kisses turned your legs to rubber. That’s Teeling. It brings something lovely and sad to mind. Come to think of it, that’s pretty much Ireland, right? There’s no boosh at the end. But for chrissakes it’s a goddam Irish Whiskey. Whaddya want? I guess it’s got a little stingy burn when you swallow it. Kind of like a cat licking your throat. Point is, it’s nice. It’s an Irish Whiskey that’s trying to do something; be something; say something. That’s all I really ask from a whiskey anyway. Do something to me. Even a punch in the face is better than doing nothing. http://theboosh.com/whiskey/teeling-at-1919/