{"id":272795,"date":"2025-08-05T18:14:38","date_gmt":"2025-08-06T01:14:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/?p=272795"},"modified":"2025-08-28T08:41:36","modified_gmt":"2025-08-28T15:41:36","slug":"vice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mayanrocks.com\/?p=272795","title":{"rendered":"Vice."},"content":{"rendered":"

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My sister doesn’t usually drink (she has plenty of other vices LOL). She’s one of those Asians who turns bright red after a sip of Martini and Rossi. She does enjoy an espresso martini every once in a while (even though she normally doesn’t like coffee or vodka, but apparently mixed together is her sweet spot).<\/p>\n

All that to say, she went to a party last weekend where she brought a bottle of Blanton’s Bourbon Whiskey<\/a>, because it was the birthday girl’s favorite. Pammie tried it and said it was so smooth. I love a good cocktail, and I always tell Pammie, ‘You can’t even taste the alcohol’ and she can always<\/em> taste it. Problem is, I like the taste of alcohol \ud83d\ude06<\/p>\n

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One NYE in my 20s, I drank so much Jack Daniel’s, I was throwing up well into the next year. I’ve been turned off by straight up whiskey since (though I don’t mind it in sangria<\/a>), but I’m willing to partake in some Blanton’s if my sister likes it.<\/p>\n