The Flavor Chaser
Finds nine tasting notes in every pour, two of which they invented.
Drinks of choice
Anything finished, experimental, or frankly strange — port casks, maple-syrup barrels, the limited release with the paragraph-long name. New beats good. If they've had it before, they're already a little bored of it.
- Narrates every sip
- Loves a weird finish
- Phone full of notes
- Never the same bottle
- Invents a note or two
The dossier
The Flavor Chaser is on a permanent scavenger hunt, and the prize is a sensation they haven’t named yet. They don’t collect bottles so much as collect moments — the first sip of a thing nobody at the table has tried, when the flavor does something unexpected and their whole face lights up. Then it’s on to the next one.
They narrate while they taste. Can’t help it. The glass goes up, the eyes go distant, and out comes a running commentary — “okay, stone fruit, definitely, and then… is that basil?” — half of it real, some of it summoned out of pure enthusiasm. The back label is read aloud. The weird finish is sought out on purpose.
The tell: “Do you get the—?” before you’ve even raised the glass. They’re already three notes deep and reaching for a fourth, and they need you to confirm the third one.
Here’s the affectionate part: there’s not an ounce of snobbery in it. The Flavor Chaser isn’t performing — they genuinely want you to find the thing too, and they light up brighter when you do than when they did. The made-up notes aren’t a flex. They’re just someone trying very hard to put a word on a feeling.
“I’m getting toasted marshmallow. No — campfire s’more. Write that one down.”
Play along. Half their notes are real, and the other half are better.
The whiskeys that prove it
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