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Completing a Blanton's collection on his final day.

The Whiskey Widow, May 7 2024

I decided if I must own 150+ bottles of whiskey, they may as well be pretty. Last year’s basement remodel by The Home Authority did just that. What a beautiful space to showcase Adam’s collection. He would have loved looking at these shelves, though it may have fueled his drive to keep hunting for rare and coveted

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Victual - a visit to the smallest liquor store in Minnesota.

The Whiskey Widow, March 5 2024

Hockey has taken me to Crosby, Minnesota three times this season. It holds a special place in my heart. It was the first solo trip I took the kids on by myself over Memorial Day the year after Adam died. I’ll tell you about that trip later. Today, I’m talking Victual. The smallest liquor store in

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A basement remodel brings some needed change. Some fun and excitement.

The Whiskey Widow, June 23 2023

When we moved to this house, we always planned on adding a bar. It’s a rambler with a large basement. One big main room that needed to be broken up and a kitchen/bar area was just the thing. We never got it done. If I wait another year or two it will never happen. I’ll be saying the kids only a have a few years left at home and then this house...

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You can't make it up.

The Whiskey Widow, November 17 2022

This one was hard. I was fine collecting all the bottles and moving them downstairs, taking the pictures and arranging the shelves. But making that video reel and putting it out there. It was hard.

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All Bourbon is Whiskey, but not all Whiskey is Bourbon.

The Whiskey Widow, November 7 2022

Who knew, right?! Not me just a few years ago. I was not a whiskey drinker. My husband became an avid collector after a random distillery tour we took while on vacation in Pittsburgh. I knew he enjoyed hunting for rare whiskey, but I had no idea how many bottles we owned until we ran out of room in our pantry. You know, for food. (See

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