Oi_Lung Posted April 19, 2005 Share Posted April 19, 2005 In his essay on bourbon, Walker Percy wrote: "When I was in college just when prohibition went out, we drank some terrible things, anything we could get our hands on. I remember the worst whiskey I ever tasted was the first legal whiskey we could get a hold of. It was called Two Natural. It showed a pair of dice coming up with five and two is seven, and four and three is seven." Is anyone familiar with this bourbon? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wrbriggs Posted April 19, 2005 Share Posted April 19, 2005 http://www.noooooooo.com/potent_potables/bourbon.htm Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oi_Lung Posted April 19, 2005 Author Share Posted April 19, 2005 Thanks. I'd like to find out who made Two Natural, or find a photo of the label. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RedVette Posted April 20, 2005 Share Posted April 20, 2005 He shivers again but not from the cold.Wow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sijan Posted June 30, 2006 Share Posted June 30, 2006 This came up in conversation last night and I thought I'd bump this thread up to see if any bourbonians are familiar with Two NaturalA friend of mine, who has looked into this a bit, has come to the tentative conclusion that Percy misremembered the name, though there were likely dice pictured on the front of the bottle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wku88 Posted July 1, 2006 Share Posted July 1, 2006 I dunno, but this little quip is satire at it's finest:Two exemplars of the two aesthetics come to mind.Imagine Clifton Webb, scarf at throat, sitting at Cap d'Antibes on a perfectday, the little wavelets of the Mediterranean sparkling in the sunlight,and he is savoring a 1959 Mouton Rothschild.Then imagine William Faulkner, having finished 'Absalom, Absalom!', drained,written out, pissed-off, feeling himself over the edge and out of it,nowhere, but he goes somewhere, his favorite hunting place in the Deltawilderness of the Big Sunflower River and, still feeling bad with hishunting cronies and maybe even a little phony, which he was, what with himtrying to pretend he was one of them, a farmer, hunkered down in the coldand rain after the hunt, after honorably passing up the does and seeing nobucks, shivering and snot-nosed, takes out a flat pint of any Bourbon atall and flatfoots about a third of it. He shivers again but not from thecold.Now, that's funny, I don't care who ya are! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sijan Posted July 1, 2006 Share Posted July 1, 2006 It's a great essay - commended to all forum members. (Even if he does reason incorrectly on the benefits of reduction in proof.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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