You probably know what I’m about to say.
When we travelled to Nashville last month, we stopped at some distilleries on the drives to and fro.
This is shocking, I know.
On the way back, and on the recommendation of my blogging friend Kristin, we stopped at the Willett Distillery. Unfortunately the last tour of the day had already gone out by the time we arrived, but the very nice gal behind the register still gave Swede a taste test for his troubles.
That taste test alone won him over, and we weren’t there fifteen minutes before we were back in the car with a bottle of Willett Bourbon tucked safely in the trunk.
While I didn’t participate in the bourbon tasting, I was absolutely enchanted with the grounds. It was overcast and blah weather, but that just made the slightly winding drive to the main house, and the weather-beaten stills all that more romantic looking.
And if you don’t think I’m now plotting out a romance novel that centers around a distillery, you are so wrong.