There are a lot of things to like at the Woodford Reserve Distillery. On the face of this barrel of aging Bourbon, the different light sources cast a rainbow of hues on an array of textures. Plus, whiskey!
Continuing my Seattle street photography trend from my last post, todays photo is a similarly odd vignette of West Coast life, from the punk/patriotic dirt bike to the painted brick to the elegant Jameson label.
The big, copper stills at Woodford Reserve are “where the magic happens,” and I have to admit: against the limestone backdrop, they certainly look impressive. Perhaps the whole scene is bit too carefully constructed for the tourists, but if the stills are real, and the whiskey is real, then I might as well just sit back and enjoy it.
Sour mash whiskey begins in these massive, cypress wood fermenters—and a bit like ice bergs, there’s a lot more happening below the surface. (This is the second floor; the fermenters are more than a story high.) In this century-old limestone building, the output of carbon dioxide from fermentation was enough to (almost) make visitors dizzy.