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The whisky turns down the volume on my thoughts. It brings memories of good times past, and I let myself dwell in them rather than think. And in that moment I am here and not, existing in two perfect moments. Somehow it steadies me, gives me the resolve to go on.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 12, 2019.
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Mac swirled the whiskey in his glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes, breathing in a fragrance that only years in an oak barrel can achieve. Already the worries of his day were beginning to fade, even before the first taste. Just watching its gentle vortex was hypnotizing enough. There was no case to solve, no wife to mourn, no adult kid to worry over; there was just aged single-malt direct from Scotland. It was his one vice and he intended to make a virtue of it, savour it, not race to the bottom of the bottle like he had after the funeral. When the liquid settled he brought it to his weather-cracked lips and let the amber fluid sit in his mouth a while before swallowing. He closed his eyes, dwelling only on the flavour. God it was good. Then he'd retune his ears to the light jazz he'd put on a few minutes earlier, there was saxophone in it; how that instrument arrived in his brain seeming to bypass his ears he didn't know, but it always did.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 27, 2014.
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It's the liquid colour in her eyes. I could feel the same acid smell on her skin. And the hard taste on her lips whenever we kissed. I felt the same burn drowning my throat when she talked to me, whispering words that made my soul bleed.
She hurt me in every single way possible, making some wounds that now I know they'll never heal. But like the good whisky, she was hard, strong, difficult to find and always made me come back for more of her bittersweet taste.

By purestarlight, October 20, 2014.
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The soft amber colour belied the harsh taste. The whiskey burned on the way down and he spluttered like a child. Then to make up for his apparent foolishness he downed the rest in one shot and asked for another. This wasn't a place to look soft in, that could get you in a whole world of trouble.

By lisarachel, October 30, 2014.