Remember grandpa? Always smelled of cigars and the smoky aroma of a nice bourbon or scotch whisky (I’m Canadian, so we don’t add in the letter ‘e’ into the name of our spirit of choice, so we can add it to our drunken “eh’s” instead). He’d always tell us that booze was the cure to everything, and fuck me, he was right.
I mean, it makes sense if you’re thinking about how shitty life is and you want to feel happy, or you just want to forget everything, but according to an article in Thekitchn, it’ll knock that flu right out of your system and beat into submission, Rocky-style.
As it turns out, whisky is the perfect cough medicine for grownups, and I’m heading out to the liquor store not to stock up, in case I get a sniffle in the middle of the night. You know, as a precaution.