No to rock-hard fruitcakes. No to hideous neckties that match nothing in one’s wardrobe. No to useless contraptions like the…

My increasingly deep collection of spirits has long had a weak spot. No matter how interested I’ve become in everything…

Sour beer, white lightning from South America, smoked rum, and liqueur made from the sap of a tree in Greece…

Oh, Pennsylvania. You are wonderful in so many ways. Philadelphia has architectural marvels. Pittsburgh has the endlessly victorious Steelers and…

The Internet is a wasteland of “you’re doing it wrong” articles. It’s a popular style of content, but often insufferable,…

Everyone who knows me knows I love whiskey. Bourbon, Irish, Scotch, Rye…. It also is welcome to me. This summer,…

Growing up in this great country of ours, I got the impression that moonshine was a peculiarly American phenomenon. The…

Earlier this year, there began a drum beat to ban drinks advertising. There was the Washington Post, which ran an…

Some years ago, I attended a tasting where the representative of a well-known Scotch company claimed the whisky his firm…

Adam McDowell with eagle. The American Spectator’s Kevin Kosar badgers the Toronto writer Adam McDowell. Kevin Kosar: Congrats on the publication…