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Friday, April 15, 2011

Review 3: Sauza Gold Tequilla


Looks like urine because it probably is


HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION: You wake up one morning after a night of hard drinking, and your brain feels like it received amateur acupuncture. You get up, but and there's a stranger in bed with you. You kick them out, and proceed to piece together that shit show that was your Friday night. Nothing makes sense. The underwear you wore last night is long gone, you have no clue where your cellphone or wallet are, and in your pocket you find a note you've written yourself instructing you to find your cellphone and wallet. You walk back in your room and you see it: there's an empty bottle of tequila on the bedside table. Of. fucking. course. Now at least you've answered the "Why" in your who-what-when-where-why evaluation of the events that have lead up to this shameful, shameful morning.

If this situation is more realistic than hypothetical then I have news for you, reader!
You're an alcoholic... I mean, you fucking LOVE tequila. Hardly anyone doesn't, it's a staple in drinking. The Margarita is the most popular goddamn drink in all the world, everyone goes bat shit crazy for em, but the number one problem with tequila is it's price. Mexico has a law that states that all tequila must have a little blue agave added to it, and agave grows about as fast as grandpa's boner which explains why tequila runs a train on your wallet every time you feel like gettin South of the border saucy. Like all liquor, there is a cheap market for tequila and a brand growing in popularity is Sauza. Sauza Tequila doesn't go through the traditional distillation process that most brands go through though, giving me expectations that it's gonna be the unwanted bastard shithead son of tequila. I picked up a 750 at my local liquor store for around $13, which made my money smile and made for a prettay, prettay crazy night.

Bottle: It's always chiller to get a glass bottle instead of plastic, especially when buying cheap liquor. Why does it make a difference? Some people think a glass bottle has some sort of effect over the taste...those people think too highly of themselves. It's like, "Alcohol is going to taste like shit no matter which way you dress it up, shithead". Other people like to keep glass as trophy bottles, which is all well and good if they are expensive brands. Have you ever seen someone with a shelf of Burnett's empties? Besides your mother? I keed, I keed! Finally there's people like me. Every good drunk knows that buying cheap alcohol in glass bottles is superior because once you get shit-tarded you get to smash them WHERE EVER YOU WANT! Yes folks, the secret's out, you can actually do that.

Besides that long-winded rant, Sauza's a cheap Mexican tequila. What do you expect, a Mona Lisa carved in the side?

Smell: There's a strong smell of... alcohol, yup, it smells like alcohol. A little salty too, like a gooch. YUM, right?

Taste:
Considering the nature of $15< liquor and tequila in general Sauza ain't half bad! It's certainly not premium, but don't be a snob... we is just gettin drunk now yall. I've had other cheap brands of tequila before and Sauza is different. It's all in the taste. Usually cheap tequila is downright nasty. Sauza posses a smoothness the compensates for how damn strong it tastes. The aftertastes is super bitter, like biting a lime. I don't really like that. The flavor of the tequila is super oaky but my biggest complaint is that you can't taste too much agave in the flavor. Drinking Sauza will make you hurl, but isn't that why we drink? To throw up? Yes.

Drunk:
It took me a while to get drunk, but after 5 strong margs and 3 salt-n-lime shooters I was breaking chairs and angry at God. I was making up Mexican swear words and salsa dancing alone. Fat chicks should love this tequila, for no other reason besides it makes them lose 45 pounds and look like Cameron Diaz. After a whirlwind of more shots I reached the point of no return and blacked, so there's not too much more to say besides I woke up smelling like stripper perfume... minus my keys and my dignity.

Danger's Final Word: 2/5 Still searching for that dime, a good tequila that's also cheap...

Danger's Final Edit: Ughhhhh woke up dead, feels like I crushed a bottle of nail polish remover mixed with Listerine... Sauza should be paying ME to drink this shit.


Drinking Responsibly

RIP WILSON WATERS FORRESTER 6/17/91 - 4/2/2011

I recently took a 2 week break from writing this blog, the reason being that one of my best friends died from alcohol overdose on 4/2. Let's face it, I'm not really one to drink responsibly. I drink often, I drink hard, and I'm pretty unapologetic about it. However, I always make sure my friends are doing alright. I've learned from past deaths that although it's not your responsibility to monitor their drinking, if your friend needs your help you give it freely. In the wake of all this pain I hope everyone can learn a lesson that my old principal repeated all the time: take care of one another.

If a loved one drinks too much and exhibits these signs please don't try to take care of them yourself, call 911!
  • Passed out or stupors – unconscious or semi-conscious, cannot be awakened
  • Blue lips and fingertips
  • Rapid pulse
  • Vomiting while asleep and not waking up even when vomiting
  • Cold clammy hands/ feet.
ALSO: If they are asleep, make sure they are on their side, with their face facing the same way as their body is, not on the stomach or back, for either way they could drown in their vomit. If they vomit, they can aspirate it, and die.

I really had to get that off my chest to justify posting in this blog again, but now that it's said TGIF! Have an awesome Friday and party WAAAAAY too hard, but, you know, um, not 'that hard'. :P

Friday, April 1, 2011

Review 2: Canadian Hunter Whiskey


We've all heard the old saying: diamonds are a girl's best friend. That being said, whiskey is a man's best friend. Whiskey embodies everything about being a man; just tasting it reminds me of camping, rock shows, and football games. Real men drink whiskey. Any male college student that prefers a bottle of Smirnoff over Jack or Jim is a jackass, and he's lying. The real reason he bought that blueberry woman water is because he's just trying to get girls slizzard so he can slip em the ol' one eyed worm. Regardless, at the end of the night we all know who the real hero is... it's that badass who refused to spike his hair, that badass who carried the shit-tarded blueberry boy home, that badass who drank whiskey. Can I get a motherfuckin' 'Hallelujah, preach, brotha!!!!'? Well, badasses, allow me to introduce to you the liquor store's best kept secret, Canadian Hunter Whiskey. There IS a heaven, and it comes in a 750 ml bottle for $10.75.

Bottle: How often do you find a bottle of liquor that's worth putting on the trophy shelf between to your signed Sara Jean Underwood bra and your bong? Not often. Usually you gotta shell out major skrilla for that kind of alcohol. Well, I wasted your time. Forgive me. Canadian Hunter isn't that type of booze. BUT.....but it's still pretty cool. A picture of Chuck Norris with his two wolfs, hunting Canadians? Fuck ya. Maybe I'm taking the name out of context, maybe he's a hunter from Canada? We'll never know.

Taste: I prepared for shit. I knew I was going to be drinking shit. Someone must have switched my bottle of shit out for pure fucking Jesus piss because this whiskey is AMAZING. Who would have known? Drinking Canadian Hunter is like motor-boating Pam Anderson: you never want it to end! First, there is no bite. None at all. Also, there is such a subtle complexity to this drink, if you were blindfolded you would think it's Crown Royal. I AM NOT SHITTING YOU. Crown m-f'n Royal. It is that good, folks. This is a hidden gem, and the best part? The maple syrup aftertaste. I did some research and found out that Seagrams makes this brand, which makes sense. Only an established liquor company could produce something on this level.

Drunk: Rock Star status. The taste of CH may be mellow, but the drunk is wild! It's like taking shots of Charlie Sheen blood. I mixed a couple of fingers with coke and ice, and after two or three drinks I was drunk dialing my grandma and sexting Cha-Cha. No wonder the man on the label is so badass; once I got a slippery the ONLY thing I wanted to do was steal my friend's 2 sheep dogs and fuckin' go hunting! Hunting for Canadians... I woke up the next morning after crashing pretty hard, and guess what? No hangover. None, nada, zilch, zip. I usually get wicked hangovers, blame Canada? Yes, if your blaming them for making a kick ass drink!

Danger's Final Word: Is this love? 5/5

Danger's Final Edit: Peace the fiiiiZzZuuuuccckkk OUT zzzzzzz -.-