Nice job on that post title.
Why should ârecreationalâ not count as âlegitimateâ? Whatâs non-legitimate on alleviating stress and recreation by any method?
Probably the âmedicinalâ bit, that goes with the ârequires a prescriptionâ bit.
Sitting and quietly contemplating the incoming surf is a perfectly cromulent activity, but you donât need a scrip for it. Same with smoking a blunt ⌠except in that case itâs âshouldnât but doâ instead of âdonâtâ.
It may have been a lot-point for spirits, but it was a high-point in advertising. That is one bad-assed ad!
âThis is Tranya âŚâ
I love the ad copy. Their whole pitch is pretty much:
âBut⌠how do I know this whisky isnât shitty?â
âYeah, it could beâbut, hey, it might be good, too. Only one way to find outâŚâ
To goldly glowâŚ
Donât spill it⌠http://www.tubechop.com/watch/6630455
From the post:
I had known medicinal whiskeys were available at this time, but I assumed they came in nondescript bottles, like rubbing alcohol or aspirin. But of course, they didnât. They were packaged in these beautiful, engaging, and highly illustrated boxes and bottles, which shows that, in fact, the whole medicinal whiskey business was not about âmedicineâ but about letting people continue to drink whiskey.
Prohibition birthed our care for liquor brands. Walgreens sold from their pharmacy, not just whiskey, but Jack Daniels, because who knows what some bootlegger would stuff in a bottle?
Pick the good stuff and donât go blind.
I hope they lasted long enough to advertise in Omni magazine, that would have been a natural.
I noticed that also. I had the misfortune of prostituting myself to the liquor business for a few years, and I was astonished how even the most desperate gutrot swill would claim to be âpremiumâ, âfinestâ, âmade from the best ingredientsâ, etc. I often remarked upon the reluctance of companies to fill the marketing void of even âserviceableâ or âmediocreâ.
Angry Joeâs âgood enoughâ drinking whiskey.
Adcopy: âItâs potable.â
âSmooth & Mellonâ
Nice.
I still have my tasting notes:
Subtle bouquet of Airfix cement and geranium on the nose. Interestingly corrosive mouth-feel. Flavour dominated by rotten citrus fruits at the front of the tongue, with a lingering aftertaste of old coffee grounds.
Allow me to explain the contamination process: