sand that shit!
so today i decided to stomp down to the strip of green in front of my apartment and hacksaw off more threads to bushmills bottles. i do this. i have a diamond tipped hacksaw blade that works really well. the point, is that the bushmills bottle is the most nondescript squarish bottle you can get on the washington state liquor store state shelves (yes, i live in one of the 9 fucking fascist abc god damn states.)
the goal is to fucking put the liquor i buy into bottles that i've no idea what is in them. as such i must know by scent or smell what it is. this is badass. yes cheesy things such as captain morgan's long island get into the mix. sometimes irish shit from the local that is open 'til 10 (i think, the door said so) winds up in them. but this is what was in play.
so i was down there. my cadre of 60, 80, 150, 220, & yes 600 grit sandpaper taking the modification of the bottles to the logical extreme. a good effort. now i just need corks carved properly. see the thing is that they're going to hold my liquor, but be unlabeled and demanding i tell by scent and taste what they are. it works well, i just run out of bottles, now and again (the bitches break, yanno?)
anyhow. varying degrees of sandpaper worked like a motherfucking *charm* (yes, charm works)
the goal is to fucking put the liquor i buy into bottles that i've no idea what is in them. as such i must know by scent or smell what it is. this is badass. yes cheesy things such as captain morgan's long island get into the mix. sometimes irish shit from the local that is open 'til 10 (i think, the door said so) winds up in them. but this is what was in play.
so i was down there. my cadre of 60, 80, 150, 220, & yes 600 grit sandpaper taking the modification of the bottles to the logical extreme. a good effort. now i just need corks carved properly. see the thing is that they're going to hold my liquor, but be unlabeled and demanding i tell by scent and taste what they are. it works well, i just run out of bottles, now and again (the bitches break, yanno?)
anyhow. varying degrees of sandpaper worked like a motherfucking *charm* (yes, charm works)