What's your euphemism for bourbon?

[Flyfish]

When I visit my friend Bill at his place at the lake, he asks me what I want to drink. My standard response is "Well, I do believe I will have another Big Orange." So, Bill pours me some 1783 or maybe some Ritt.

Our routine is an homage to a '50s comedy classic by Andy Griffith, "What it was was football."

Well, he whopped me on the back and he says, "Buddy, have a drink!"

"Well," I says, "I do believe I will have another Big Orange."

Now, what is your favorite euphemism for bourbon and what's the story behind it? (I have a variation on this story that I would also like to share--later.)

[Fullbuck]

With friends I commonly drink bourbon with the request is usually "I'll have a brown water"

[squire]

I generally say I'll have another.

[PaulO]

Three posts already and no one said "juice".

[squire]

The thread's about Bourbon, not mixers.

[Oboe Cadobro]

"Pappy 30"

It's a standing joke...

Host: What'll ya have?

Me: Pappy 30

Host: You got it! (then pours whatever he has in his hand)

Me: **COUGH, COUGH** (straining to speak) Smooth!

[Josh]

Three posts already and no one said "juice".

That's exactly what I was thinking.

[smknjoe]

Firewater.............

[Grain Belt]

If my buddies are pouring I ask for "whiskey imported all the way from Kentucky."

[MyOldKyDram]

So I guess I say whiskey imported from here?

[kjbeggs]

I quite often tell my wife I'm feeling poorly, and I need some "Vitamin B".

(And I love that old Andy Griffith football bit).

[Grain Belt]

So I guess I say whiskey imported from here?

No, say "whiskey imported all the way from Frankfort" or Lawrenceburg or wherever your preferred brand is distilled.

[squire]

Or just ask for domestic.

[393foureyedfox]

that Andy Griffith skit was a good one, I think I first heard it on Sirius years ago. I didnt know it was from '53, I woulda thought the 60's sometime. His show was timeless, I can still sit down and watch them today and enjoy them. Most stuff on TV these days isnt worth watching the first time it airs!

on topic, I dont have any euphemisms for bourbon/whiskey, yet. My buddies and I will just grab something wherever we are, take a sip and say in a very hoarse and pained way "smooth". I dont know where that started.

[tdwester]

I always ask for an unpretentious domestic.

[MyOldKyDram]

No, say "whiskey imported all the way from Frankfort" or Lawrenceburg or wherever your preferred brand is distilled.

That would be Lawrenceburg yessir.

[GaryT]

Wow - I'm pretty boring as I usually call it bourbon. Although if I'm feeling all fancy, I might call it "our native spirit".

[TunnelTiger]

Mrs TT texts me before I leave work and asks what Bourbon do I want a pour of when I get home. Love that woman.

[Red One]

Mrs TT texts me before I leave work and asks what Bourbon do I want a pour of when I get home. Love that woman.

Nice! My wife calls it the "nasty" because she hates the taste of bourbon. Even when she "needs" a Hot Toddy, we can't seem to find one she can tolerate.

[Ejmharris]

I ask for "that drink that has drained my bank account!"

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[393foureyedfox]

Nice! My wife calls it the "nasty" because she hates the taste of bourbon. Even when she "needs" a Hot Toddy, we can't seem to find one she can tolerate.

fortunately for both of us, my wife doesnt like bourbon, and I dont like red wine. score!

[squire]

I always ask for an unpretentious domestic.

Yes but we are amused by it's naive lack of presumption.

[black mamba]

When asked what I want to drink, I usually just say, "Pour me some brown."

[B.B. Babington]

my little one sometimes refers to it as my "special drink" but she wouldn't think it special if she knew what it's doing to her college fund.

[Flyfish]

The rest of the story:

In 1964 my future wife and I met the parents of her classmate, Marcia. Dick and Annabelle were quite social and kept a nice bar. He would ask, "What do you want to drink?" I'd answer, "How about a Margarita with salt on the rim." Dick was a Kentucky Colonel so he'd pour me some bourbon.

When Dick died in 1982, we promised him we would look out for Annabelle because Marcia had gone off to be a Grey Nun in Edmonton.

When we visited Annabelle, she'd ask, "What do you want to drink?" I'd answer, "How about a Margarita with salt on the rim." She'd roll her eyes and say, "You little sh*t!" then make me a vodka and tonic with a twist of lemon because that was what she liked and could not understand why anyone would want anything different.

Annabelle died last night at age 101. Until Friday she was still living at home and still insisting that she knew better what I should be drinking.