Whiskey and the sophistication of aging.

The quality and value of a whiskey is often measured by its years as well as its maturing products (the type of cask used for its aging process and other considerations) and absolutely by it’s rarity. The rarity is what makes it unusual and that is what makes it legions more valuable to a connoisseur. You can find many other fine whiskeys available in abundance, and some of them are given a unique twist on their character to make them unusual (Apple whiskey? Chocolate malt in it? So much is available out there now) but that doesn’t make them rare or necessarily that different from their standard counterparts. They are just fun and satisfying depending on your tastes and your budget.

But for something that is hard to find and has taken a much longer time to develop into its final form that is ready for consumption and pleasure? For something that is filled with subtleties that only an experienced and thoughtful whiskey drinker will notice? That is something that only an experienced palate with a more developed level of appreciation will be able to understand, or enjoy.

Men and women are like that. Many are mid-range or cheap whiskeys that have reached their peak and best form at the time of public offering. They will not improve with age or time. They won’t get worse, and will only lose their flavor if they are not cared for properly after opening. What will change is the palate of the drinker who will mature past that whiskey profile with experience and exposure to other whiskeys, making them more keenly aware of why something is, or is not their standard choice anymore.

Those few whiskeys that are made in small batches and not palatable for the type of sophisticated consumption they were intended for until more time has passed, those whiskeys say a lot with whispers of flavors and levels of complexity. They don’t need to shout or have fancy, stunning appearances to seduce you into spending time with them. Everything about them is a whisper because you will have to pay attention to find the secrets hidden in each sip. Slow down and pay attention or you will miss the priceless gems of experience they offer.

Some of my middle aged and older clients are like that. It isn’t expensive clothing or sun etched lines on their face that tell me about their value or their deliciousness that maturity has imbued them with. If they are in good health and physical fitness, I can recognize how much commitment and work has gone into looking like that. If they are kind and generous, I can recognize how great their heart must be to naturally be that kind of person. If they are sensual and love kisses and caresses as much as they love sharing pleasure with me, I can recognize how much more rare and valuable they are than the cheap and mid-range whiskey version of lovers who are stuck on a conceited, vanity image of themselves in my presence. The label on the bottle when it is presented means absolutely nothing when we are experiencing whiskey on our tongue. The same can be said for lovers in our presence.

I love the kissing. And the slow caressing. And the taking the time to breathe, whisper and play with the energy between us like a game of foreplay and fire starting. I like the knowing laughter between us and the sweet smiles of understanding we can share because we are closer in age, and we get it. I understand it. I am neither confused nor frustrated by it. The real delight of intimacy with you is no longer the performance of your body but the performance of your longing, your spirit, your receptiveness to me. This is what I love about being older. I can taste, feel, hear and see things I could not before. Just like whiskey, I know what I am looking for and I know how to appreciate its value when I find it. I slow down and pay attention because I want to enjoy every second of this. Some of my clients share that sophistication and together, we have the most sensual, satisfying encounters you can imagine.

You can’t successfully pretend your way through these types of experiences with someone who is paying attention and trying to connect with you on a different level than quid pro quo mechanics. The end result is always feeling empty and dirty afterwards, for one or both of you.

As a provider, it is expected by both clients and “normal” people (who only know that I do phone sex as a part time gig) that I am comfortable with the coarse and vulgar, especially when it comes to discussions of sex. I have to admit that I have become jaded enough that speaking in terms more fitting a port sailor who has been living on a ship exclusively with other men has become too comfortable for me. It is a reflex born of being surrounded by people whose thoughts are so base and pedestrian that it is the only language they are not offended by or suspicious of. The reality is that it is not who I am (although I can be this person when needed) and it offends me to my core. Uninvited vulgar and coarse statements about sex or my body or anything directed at me is so violently offensive to me that it is guaranteed to dry up my vagina and turn it into a sandbox of displeasure. The worst part of this is trying to explain what is happening to someone who assumes that because of your avocation, profession or mask of temperament, that you would be more than comfortable with this. In fact, why would you be offended at all? And yet I am because I am not that person. I am a sensualist, a hedonist, a sybarite at heart.

My desire is ignited by fantasy, lovely words and right attitudes. You can call me a dirty little slut and talk about “fucking” but only if you are approaching as a lover, not a coarse, vulgar man-child whose only ability to feel sexually powerful is by looking down at (and speaking down to) people.

At this point on the timeline, one thing we all know is that we are on the short end of the timeline and everything should have value or it is robbing us of valuable time. I was never a big whiskey fan before this year but as we enter 2023 with all we have survived so far, I have decided that this winte.r is the time to learn about whiskey and to build a sophisticated enough palate to enjoy it with. You can have the Jack Daniels, Crown Royals and the Johnny Walkers. I am thinking of Japanese Whiskeys or New Riff Winter Whiskey. Eventually, when I can truly appreciate it, I will reach for something truly sublime that is a once in a lifetime investment because of its rarity and complexity and can only be accomplished with a long aging process to reach its maturity.

I have been fortunate enough to have shared time and privacy with some amazingly sensual, affectionate, and gentle mature men that make me happy to have known them. Kiss me, caress me, smile and laugh with me and I will respond with the most genuine, authentically happy-to-know-you expression you could hope for and leave just as quietly and gently from your life.

Providers can be the same experience for others, I suppose. I might be a mid-range masquerading as a rare and vaulted rare whiskey. Or I might be a very rare and unique whiskey whose value will only make sense to someone with enough experience to recognize the subtle differences that make me complex and understated in presentation compared to another basic quality dressed in attractive labels. In the final analysis, both are good and it all comes down to what you enjoy and how willing you are to pay attention to the differences. Life is too short for bad experiences. Find what works for you and value it.

I am a mature, deep thinking woman and I can see who you are and who you are trying to pretend to be. Honesty requires courage. Courage merits my respect. It took alot of life and experience and time to mature into the kind of person who can say that with meaning and I am proud of that.

I am available for quality time and private arrangements to select personalities who bring more to the table than their genitals in one hand and a list of demands in the other. If you are interested in sharing some time, space or good whiskey education with me, you can contact me through XO, Samois (morelovelessnoise.com)