Corn Mash Whiskey

"Corn Mash Whiskey" Rufus, with his weathered hands and a heart full of memories, rocked gently in his chair, the creaking sound mingling with the whispers of the mountain breeze. Each sip of his homemade corn mash whiskey was a sweet, burning testament to years of perfected craft, a liquid gold only he could brew. The sun draped him in a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the cool kiss of the air around his cabin nestled in the southern highlands. Beside him, Blue, his loyal bloodhound, lay sprawled, each breath in sync with Rufus’s contented sighs. Together, they basked in the simple symphony of nature, a fitting ode to the twilight of a life lived with gusto and a spirit as undiluted as the whiskey in his jar. out on the porch grandpa grins . . . cornmash whiskey