The performance of luxury is more important to me than ever. Plus you can channel your anger into rimming a glass.

I tried to keep this pretty exclusively gay (though I did think about doing a “Larry,” which was just to get the saddest, plainest beer and drink it straight from the can while frowning).

It’s that time of year again. The time of year when we get a bunch of people at A-Camp to go in on a few bottles of whiskey and we all taste them together and talk about how great whiskey is. And, as with every tasting we do, we encourage you to follow along at home!

I couldn’t find a drink called “The Power Suit” and I kind of want to invent that now?

We’re going to update you on all the whiskeys our group will be tasting on the mountain so your presumably now-formed queer whiskey tasting friend-group can taste along with us. And our brand new obsession? Hudson Whiskey.