Ceiling Booze from Rogue Distillery

OK. So if you go to Rogue Brewpub on your birthday you get a free yard of beer and a t-shirt. The beer is awesome, their shirts tend to be horrid and the wrong sizes. So on Cammy's birthday I went to Rogue, with Cammy of course. I drank some beer. I forget what. While coolin' in the pub we heard a horrid crashing noise from above us. Although disconcerting nothing appeared to be threatening our immediate health, so we paid it no mind. A minute later a man went sprinting up the steps to the distillery. (You knew Rogue had a distillery, right? Of course.) While contemplating the deeply concerned expression on the erstwhile janitor's face I noticed that a clear liquid was dripping from the ceiling.

Intrigued, I caught a drop on my hand. It smelled like gin. It tasted like gin. At this point my eyebrows had migrated to very high on my forehead. I finished the dregs of my beer and proceeded to catch as much of the booze dripping from the ceiling as possible. It was delicious, strong, flavored slightly of gin and smoother than imaginable.

When the man whom we had previously seen sprinting up the stairs returned he noticed our quizzical looks and approached us to explain the situation. A large shelf had inexplicably collapsed, dropping container upon container of test batches of wasabi vodka, triple peppercorn vodka and gin. It was uncut, with a proof around 180, and as such was shockingly smooth. The master distiller was quite distraught, as the booze I was gleefully catching from above represented 6 months of test batches, most of which were intended for a tasting in a mere 2 weeks. When I confessed to having sampled his wares when the rained down upon us he replied "Drink all you can. That was good shit."

WDTB? Me. That is all.

WSDTB? Uhhh... Cammy and Chris should have...

Rating: Germaphobes:.2/10 Normal people: 7.8/10 (Asbestos...) Those without fear: 9.3/10