“So who made this one?” She gestured to the bottle in his hand. “I did.” He held it up. “This is the first whiskey I created on my own. Almost twelve years ago.” “Where’s the label?” “It doesn’t have one. I don’t sell this one.” “Why not?” “I can’t think of a name for it.” That wasn’t exactly true. The whiskey definitely had a name. It wasn’t a name he wanted to share with the world or with anyone, really.
