A Great Pour | Lifestyle + Culture
I’m a whiskey girl now. And any chance I get to find something cute and not cheesy whiskey-related, I’m all over it. This little five-dollar shirt from Old Navy hit the mark.
I used to think whiskey was for a certain kind of person.
That person and I do not share a mirror.
And then I became a whiskey person.
You know the one. Older. A leather chair somewhere. Dark wood paneling. Swirling a glass with the practiced certainty of someone who has already made decisions about everything. Probably wearing a blazer indoors for no reason.
How I Got Here
It wasn’t a dramatic origin story. No fancy tasting event, no sommelier putting a revelation in front of me, no distillery tour that changed everything — well, actually, eventually there was a distillery tour. But that’s not where it started.
One sip that made me go: oh. This is a whole thing, isn’t it? And then me reaching for my phone immediately to look it up, because that’s what I do when I find something I’m not finished with yet.
I didn’t plan to become a whiskey person. I just didn’t turn back after that first sip.
What I Actually Look Like
Red locs. Glasses, lots of em. Shout out to Zeelol. A whiskey shirt I wear on the days when I want to be my complete, unapologetic self and I don’t feel like explaining that to anybody. A smile that has genuinely gotten wider since I started paying attention to what’s in my glass.
That’s me. Nowhere to be except right there at Whiskey O’ Clock.
Why This Blog Exists
I started A Great Pour because the conversations I wanted to have about whiskey weren’t really happening for women who look like me. Too much gatekeeping. Too much pretension. Not enough: I just tried this for the first time and let me tell you exactly how it hit me, the good and the bad and the confusing middle part where you’re still figuring out what you’re tasting.
This was the room I couldn’t find. So I made it.
And here’s what I didn’t expect: how many people had been looking for the same room.
Women who say they’ve always been curious but thought it was too intimidating. Friends who follow along and start texting me questions about bottles they’ve been looking at. People who find me on the internet and say something like “I didn’t know we were in whiskey like that” — and I think: we’ve always been here. We just weren’t centered in the conversation.
That’s what A Great Pour is trying to change. One post at a time.
What I Know Now That I Didn’t Know When I Started
You don’t need a decade of experience to belong here. You don’t need a vocabulary full of tasting notes, a rack of curated bottles, a distillery stamp on your passport.
You need curiosity. That’s it. A willingness to be interested and maybe look a little silly while you’re figuring it out.
I’m still figuring it out. Still learning why wheated bourbons hit different from high-rye ones. I hate Rye Whiskey. I hate Buffalo Trace. Shh I know. We have time we will get into that I promise.
Still discovering brands that have been around since before I was born that I somehow never heard of. Still taking pictures of bottles in parking lots because the light was perfect and I needed to remember what I was holding.
This blog documents the journey. Not the destination. Not the arrival.
The journey is the whole point.
So if you’re new here: welcome. Come in. There’s room.
If you’ve been following my journey on instagram: you already know what we’re doing.
Five-dollar shirt, red boho crochets, whiskey in hand. This is exactly what a whiskey girl looks like. ✨🥃
Go Be Great.