Maker's Mark

Yesterday I took Dad out to the Maker's Mark distillery for a tour. I don't care for the taste of bourbon at all, but it really is a neat tour. I even dipped a couple bottles (in red wax, for those of you who aren't up on your Maker's Mark), one for Fred (next time we see him) and one for a friend:



Here I am preparing to dip:



Dipping:



Dipped (and plastered from the looks of it, although I swear that Dad drank my samples at the post-tour tasting):



The distillery is waaaaaay out in the middle of nowhere. First you drive to Bardstown, and then you drive for about 20 miles down a twisty little road. We saw this amazing mailbox on the way out, and on our way back, I pulled off into the driveway to snap a pic: