🄃 Whiskey Wednesday – The Four Bottle Dilemma

The repairs to my motorhome from the Labor Day driveway incident are finally wrapping up, and now it’s time for the fun part: stocking the bar. The smell of oak…

The repairs to my motorhome from the Labor Day driveway incident are finally wrapping up, and now it’s time for the fun part: stocking the bar. The smell of oak still lingers from the last smoke, and my Aged & Ore caddy sits ready, waiting to be filled.

It feels like that classic game—if you were stranded on a desert island, what four bottles would you take with you?

I’ve got a bottle caddy from Aged & Ore that locks four bottles down safe and snug. Perfect for life on the road. But now the real dilemma begins: what deserves a spot? Do I pick my personal favorites, or try to pack a spread that’ll please everyone around the fire?

And then my wife upped the stakes: ā€œWhat if you stumble across one of those unicorns you’re always talking about?ā€

So now I’m down to three fixed bottles, keeping one slot open for that rare and magical find.


āœ… The Three Bottles Already in the Caddy

Weller Antique 107 – Dad’s favorite, always slotted first.


Smoke Wagon Malted RyeBold spice, a campfire in a glass.


Joseph Magnus Murray Hill Club – Something special for the guests.


šŸ¦„ The Unicorn Slot

That last caddy slot stays open. Maybe I’ll stumble across a Penelope Cigar Batch, maybe something unexpected. That’s part of the adventure—always leaving space for surprise.

This week we’re staying at the Edwin Coe Distillery, a Harvest Host nearby. The take-home pour won’t be rare, but it will still be magical in its own right.


🌾 The Local Wild Card: Edwin Coe Distillery

While not a unicorn, my next likely addition is local: Old Coe from Edwin Coe Distillery. Sometimes the road isn’t about chasing rarity—it’s about appreciating what’s made in your own backyard.

Old Coe


🚐 Final Pour

In the end, my caddy tells the same story as the road itself: a mix of heritage, bold spice, approachable comfort, and a little room for the unknown.

Looking forward to the creak of the RV, the glow of the embers, and a glass in hand—it’s all part of the journey.

So I’ll throw it back to you:
If you could only pack three bottles and leave one open for a unicorn, what would your bar look like?

šŸ‘‰ Join us next week as I share more Smoke, Oak, and the Open Road stories. Follow along for bourbon, fire, and a pour of the unexpected.