Okay, a definition seems to be in order on one of my points.
"connoisseurs of “the finer things” but very at home with, for want of a better metaphor I’ll call “down-home” things "–
Now, by this I meant that we can recognize quality when we see it, but sometimes it’s the time for a nice filet steak with baby vegetables and sauce bernaise and sometimes it’s the time for Frito pie with extra cheese.
An appreciation for both is what I was shooting for. Sometimes I want to listen to a nice Berlioz recording on vinyl and have some cheese and wine, sometimes I want to drink beer from a can and go floating down a river on an innertube, or go frog-gigging. The highbrow and lowbrow together, and a recognition of the time for both.
Bourbon drinkers are by no means male. Many of the women I’ve had in my life have had a fine appreciation for the sacred amber liquid.
Regarding the Great Whiskey/Whisky debate, I have a few thoughts. People who drink whisky/whiskey tend to fall into a few groups. First, we have the Scotch/Bourbon divide. Most people I’ve been around tend to skew tightly to one side or the other. I think I’ve made my feelings known, but I can enjoy and appreciate a fine Talisker, Glenmorangie or Macallan with the best of them. I just prefer bourbon for everyday drinking–it seems smoother, and I find the smoke inherent to a good single-malt makes it a “hotter” drink, sort of like mezcal versus tequila.
Aficionados of Irish have my respect. I’ve drunk my share of Jamesons and Bushmills, but they seem a little light compared to bourbon, at least to me.
People who drink Canadian tend to mix it, as do people who drink the lower-end of the bourbon food chain. Jack and Coke? Sure, sometimes, like if I’m fishing or at a party. I don’t really consider that a “bourbon drink” though.
Rye is its own animal. The only way to make a true Manhattan, which Ukulele Ike will back me up on, it’s been gaining popularity.
Most bourbon drinkers, and those of Tennessee whiskey, aren’t drinking it to impress, like those of the “yuppie” single-malts.
I drink it because it tastes good, it’s an honest American spirit, and because my dad and his father before him drank it and I associate the smell of bourbon with family and good times.