In many places, life is governed by stressful, pell-mell routines. Rush-hour traffic, get it done yesterday, I need that on my desk by five - now move, move, move! No wonder there always seems to be an underlying need to escape. That's why many of us ride. Out there, somewhere down the road, maybe, just maybe, we'll find that special place where time streams more slowly from hidden springs.
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Fields of corn, rye, barley, and wheat rise from the Kentucky soil. Throughout summer the crops mature and showers fall, trickling down to the water table. Along its way back to the surface, flowing through subterranean limestone formations, the stream is purified and stripped of bitter-tasting iron. To a master distiller in these parts, around the small city of Bards-town, this water, the grains, and time comprise the major ingredients that create many a tippler's drink of choice: bourbon whiskey.
Through an Act of Congress in 1964, Kentucky Bourbon was established as America's Official Native Spirit. With the exception of Scotch perhaps, there's probably no other distillate as inextricably linked to a particular locale. In no specific order, when one thinks of Kentucky, the mind turns up images of thoroughbreds, rippling bluegrass, and those amber libations poured from bottles bearing the names of Jim Beam, Evan Williams, Elijah Craig, and other patient Kentucky gentlemen.