“They made it for drinking.” I can’t remember who first said that to me, Michael Veach maybe? I have to admit, I don’t always have the best attitude toward collectors. I love their passion, but my argument has always been that there is plenty of good bourbon already on the shelf, so why chase bottles? There was one bottle I chased a couple of years ago, and that was Booker’s 25th Anniversary. Booker Noe, even though I never had the opportunity to meet him, was a fascinating character in the bourbon industry. So in some respects I get it. But you know what I did with that bottle when I got home? I cracked it open and poured myself a dram.

Then this morning I saw this on Twitter:

To be certain, I have many bottles on my shelf that are not open, but that’s because I’m getting to them. There are maybe one or two in the back that I’m saving for posterity.

Yasss, Bourbon Brotha, it’s just a funeral home if those bottles never get to fulfill their destiny!

I can’t speak to the legality, but from a strictly bourbon-loving sense it’s fine to have plans to trade for something you will like better. Why keep that ugly sweater from your aunt if she put the receipt in the box? Someone else can love it.

So if you have a bottle you’ve been saving for a special occasion, crack it open. You woke up this morning and that’s plenty reason to celebrate.

Oh, and go follow Bourbon Brotha on Twitter. 😉