Scotch, bourbon, malt, peat—who the hell cares—it's all good.
Whiskey is the manliest smell, because it is the manliest drink. Unlike vodka, it has depth and color. Unlike tequila, you don't wince after you drink it. Unlike gin, it doesn't taste like a goddamn Canadian forest, and unlike beer, it won't make you (too) fat.
One sniff of the good stuff and you're sent back to a dive bar in the '40s where hormones ran low and inhibitions ran high. Other way around I mean. High-low. Hormones high, inhibitions low. Okay.
Jeremy Glass is the Vice editor for Supercompressor and almost added Harrison Ford as #12, because well, duh.