Nice work yesterday. That turducken never knew what hit it. But now, on to more pressing matters. Like what hidden treasures to bestow upon those lucky enough to be on your holiday gifting shortlist. Oh look, here’s some now...
First off, no real moonshine was harmed in the making of this fragrance. That said, the woodsy wafts of tobacco, leather and black pepper Pops will get from this stuff (made by a few UGA grads) almost make up for its lack of grain alcohol content. Almost.
Your plan: head to either Hop City or Star Provisions and ask for the “Holiday Entertaining Guide.” You’ll then be directed to a carefully curated list consisting of five chocolate/wine/cheese/beer pairings all available on the Westside. Buy those things. Then put them in a gift basket. Then pretend it was your idea. And maybe burn the list.
Some guy named Brett in Braselton wants the hunters on your list to sound like ducks. So he went out and found the finest olive, cochan, tulip and curley maple woods known to man and painstakingly handmade duck calls out of them. So there you go... grandpa gift.
Benton’s bacon and hams: kind of legendary. Olive & Sinclair chocolate: not bad, either. So it only made sense for the two of them to join forces and bestow your ivory, TPS-reporting tower with a limited-availability chocolate brittle smoked in Allan Benton’s Tennessee smokehouse itself. No one out-office-chocolates you.
You heard us... pregame spa party. It’s where you treat up to six lucky ladies in your life to a day at the spa. They’ll sip champagne. Eat dainty foods. Get massages and foot treatments. So yeah, set them up with that stuff. And then go away. Just so very far away.
