There is a particular kind of book that doesn’t just crowd shelves at home or in the food section of your local bookshop. It coats the tongue and makes you wonder if you are the kind of person deserving to be gently lowered into a vat of mash and left there until you agree that mash bill and terroir matter, and you can, in fact, taste the difference. Bourbon has had this problem for over a decade now. It has inspired not only devotion but industrious reverence fostering antics bordering on cult