Spirited Saturdays: Bob Dylan to have Whiskey Line

I read the news today oh boy about a lucky man…for some reason that song is in my head while it should be one of Dylan’s. I read really early this morning that Dylan is creating a Whiskey line under the brand name Heaven’s Door.

According to the article in the New York Times, “The first batches of Heaven’s Door were developed with Jordan Via, formerly of the Breckenridge Distillery in Colorado. Together, the team tried various novel finishes. The rye, for example, was aged in cigar-shaped oak barrels made from wood harvested in the Vosges region of France.”

Moreover it says that, “To preserve Mr. Dylan’s original name for the whiskey, the company will issue an annual Bootleg Series in limited editions, in ceramic bottles decorated with his oil and watercolor paintings. The first, a 25-year-old whiskey, will be released next year and cost about $300. (Heaven’s Door’s standard line goes for $50 to $80 a bottle.)”

To read the rest of the article, click here. I am a fan of his music and have been since I was a child. My sister was an avid Dylan fan as was one of my college friends, hence the picture above. I was and remain a quiet fan. I’m not sure how I feel about his whiskey but I think I will probably end up buying some for myself or my sister. I don’t get the while pixie dust concept and I don’t really care about celebrities but I do like the idea of the three bottle set – whiskey, rye and bourbon.

It’s easy to feel critical or wonder why he needs the money but somehow that feels much like criticizing a winemaker from a traditional place if they want to use innovative techniques or international grape varieties. If this is what he wants to do, more power to him.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come following you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship,

My senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,

My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels

To be wandering.

I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade

Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,

I promise to go under it.

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