My Bourbonista — Journal Entry #003
February Reflections
February showed up beautifully this year — the kind of month that reminds me why bourbon is never just about what’s in the glass… it’s about where life takes you while you’re holding it.
My Bourbonista spent time under the desert sky — Phoenix and Scottsdale — where everything feels a touch warmer, slower, and intentionally savored. The pours felt different there. Not louder. Not bigger. Just… open.
Hibiki Harmony with sushi — delicate, precise, almost conversational. The kind of pairing that makes you lower your voice without realizing it. Filet of beef alongside E.H. Taylor Bottled in Bond — structured, confident, and grounded. A handshake you remember. Buffalo Trace with fresh Mediterranean fare with a rooftop golden sunset at the Global Ambassador — warm air, olive oil, citrus, laughter… the bourbon didn’t lead the moment, it belonged to it.
And an evening beneath the stars at the boutique Hermosa Inn in Paradise Valley — Woodford Reserve in hand, chilled crab claws on ice, as classical Spanish acoustic guitarist Esteban played — the bourbon as smooth as the strum and as intricate as the fingerpicking. Bucket list item fulfilled!
That’s the thing I keep relearning:
Bourbon doesn’t create the memory — it settles into it.
I bring that feeling back with me to the tasting table.
So when you sit down at a My Bourbonista experience, you’re not just tasting notes of caramel, oak, or citrus peel. You’re feeling February — warm, light, easy conversation, and the rhythm of an evening unfolding at exactly the right pace.
You’ll feel the beat of the warm, Sonoran February vibes. 🥃