charred oak, sour mash and enough bourbon to kill an elephant. warm and inviting, but what isn't at 80 proof?

hearth stone, gun powder and damp timber. it smells just like it did 120 years ago, because it hasn't changed in 120 years. other than the flat screen and microwave.

worn leather, excessive horsepower and a hint of aftershave. bold, handsome and perhaps a little over confident at 140 mph.