Whiskey@Work isn’t just another whiskey podcast; it’s your backstage pass to the world of whiskey without the snobbery. Hosts Mark Houston and Rob Henry pour up stories, laughs, and honest takes on bourbon, scotch, rye, tequila, and anything barrel-aged that crosses their glasses. Whether you’re a casual sipper or a seasoned collector, we bring you deep dives into distilleries, whiskey history, celebrity bottles, tasting adventures, and industry mysteries, all with a big side of humor. New…
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We record this one out of a shipping crate at Sturgis, which tells you everything about the week we've had. This is close to twenty years into the Jack Daniel's tasting on the hill, and the guys in Lynchburg still know us by name. We get into the Squire program, why one of our regulars has the coin tattooed on his arm, and a Tennessee rye that clears 140 proof but drinks like hot summer afternoon…
Rob and Mark crack open a bottle of Old Grandad Bonded, the road trip whiskey that rode along with John Steinbeck across the country and earned a reputation as a natural biker's bourbon, strong enough to still taste like something and cheap enough not to sweat losing it. They dig into the Basil Hayden family history, that surprisingly high rye mash bill, what bottled in bond actually means, and…
We're drinking a whiskey out of Spokane with a name we can't quite say on the air. Brown Family Spirits calls it Do Epic [redacted], and yes, the naughty word is right there on the bottle. Turns out the name comes from a grandfather whose life story might be true, might be embellished, and either way earns the label. Before we get into the pour, there's an AC/DC show at Mile High that has us…
A hockey player from New Hampshire grows corn on Kauai and decides to make bourbon. Simple enough, right? Then the birds show up. Then the neighbors. Then the liquor commission. This week we're drinking Kapahi, a Hawaiian whisky (no e, we checked) tied to a fully built distillery on the island that has never made a single drop. We dig into the whole strange story, the spice that snuck up on both…
A friend of ours went to Hawaii and, since he doesn't drink, we gave him a mission: hit a liquor store and grab whatever's local. He came back with Old Pali Road, which gets called the original Hawaiian whiskey. That claim sent Mark digging, and he surfaced with a story about an escaped Australian convict and a still built from two whale blubber pots. Two Marine vets are behind this bottle, the…
A bakery, a bucket of paint, and a horse cart. Those three things somehow explain the Irish whiskey in our glasses this week. We got into Green Spot Château Montelena, and the story behind it wanders a lot further than the pour. There's a family shop that's kept one whiskey alive for seven generations, a handshake deal that saved it from disappearing for good, and a crew of Irish exiles who wound…
We've mentioned Eagle Rare on the show plenty, but we'd never sat down and asked the obvious question. Why does this bourbon even exist? Turns out it wasn't some heartfelt heritage project. It was built on purpose, with a target in mind, and the strategy behind it is honestly kind of genius. Then there's what it grew into. A ten year bourbon people actually hunt for, sitting around forty-five…
Allisa Henley and John Lunn talked every single day for twenty years. Two stills, two personalities, one whiskey that fit together the way the two of them did. Then John was gone before he ever got to taste the finished blend. This week we're sitting down with Allisa, master distiller behind Sazerac's first Tennessee whiskey. She didn't take the usual road in, no chemistry degree, a business…
Ninety-eight point six. The number's been stamped on every Blood Oath bottle since the line started, and there's a strange little reason why. We poured the Pact Nine and the brand-new Pact Twelve for our first crack at this series, and somewhere between a German doctor with a foot-long thermometer and Houston's backpack full of medical gear, we got into what makes these blends so hard to walk away…
Two New Riff bourbons that are identical down to the mash bill, with one exception: one aged four years, the other eight. So we turned it into a blind taste test. One of us poured, the other guessed, and guess who walked away mad? We also get into why a year in a Kentucky rickhouse counts like dog years, the fifty-two-year-old bottle of Jack we once cracked open, and the one rule New Riff had to…
