On some nights in late autumn, you can hear the distinct clatter of a wooden top striking a felt-covered table in a back room off Fremont Street. It’s not one of the well-known ones, nor is it the type with velvet ropes or bottle service. For a city built on spectacle and loudness like Las…
A small group of distillers spends their winters in a converted dairy barn off a county road outside Woodstock, New York, doing something that hardly anyone else in the bourbon industry bothers to try. They construct menorah-shaped barrels. Not menorahs painted on barrels or imprinted on the head in the same manner that Heaven Hill…