Cinnamon Whisky

I’m unsure whether I want to shake the hand of the person who thought of it or if I want to curse his family forever. Cinnamon whisky always seems like such a good idea at the beginning. It tastes relatively okay (as in, it doesn’t emulate acetone), it doesn’t require a chaser (unless you’re a sissy), and it seems to just glide down with ease (that’s what she said). That is why it is ABSOLTELY PURE EVIL. Two shots turns into six, and all of a sudden, you get that warm, tingly feeling inside that fuels one drink after another. Next thing you know, you’re waking up God knows where after a night of doing God knows what.