Something I Find Sexy – Christina Hendricks with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label

Christina Hendricks Black Label

Christina Hendricks Black Label

I love this picture. Quite simply Christina Hendricks has the curves of a goddess. These are not some dumb bunny bouncy curves, no sir! These are a woman’s curves of style, of substance, and of understated sophistication. No superficial smalltalk fluff here. This picture features her in a curve hugging black cocktail dress. The plunging neckline frames epic cleavage. You could probably here an echo in there! The black background is less than optimal to really appreciate the curvy hoops. Her hands on her hips are needed to highlight them.

 

But the poor lighting in this shot is an excellent opportunity to slowly follow the outline on that dress from the hem at her knee up, up, up, to the sloping hip. From that heavenly hip follow along upwards and inwards to her nicely proportioned waist. Hmmm, imagine wrapping your arms around that waist. Imagine a lover’s embrace evocative of Rubens and Flemish Baroque Paintings.

 

Let your hands wander up from her waist to cup her beauteous breasts. They weigh heavy in the hand a generous portion, a blessing of abundance. Soft pendulous orbs capped with sweet, erect nipples. They’re proportioned perfectly to her hips. There is no hint of augmentation. There are a tier of c list celeb-utants, top-heavy bouncy bimbets, whose silicon candy mountains are built with no sense of scale to the rest of the woman to whom they are attached. And they just look comical. The siren spheres of Ms. Hendricks fit her naturally.

 

But let’s not stop there, no! Continue from her soft shoulders up to her slender neck. I like a woman’s hair styled up to expose the neck. It is an oft overlooked erogenous zone. Placing a series of warm soft kisses along it can produce quiet a positive reaction. And it’s such a short journey from planting kisses on her neck to tasting the lusciousness of her lips. And I’m hoping they taste of scotch!

 

The composition of this photo, the stunning red head in the hugging black dress with a simple scotch on the rocks is class. We use that word a lot nowadays. But its real meaning changes from person to person. It’s a lot like pornography, I know it when I see it.

 

Scotch they say, is an acquired taste, and Johnnie Walker black label is a gift in good taste. As we are on the subject let me add from my own experience, aged blended scotch and red haired women both have great taste. But taste is one of those subjective things about which there is rarely any universal agreement.

 

Although I drink the red label scotch on the rocks, the black label I drink neat. Often i have it with a splash of water. I find the black label to be reflective. I can sit, pour a couple fingers, splash a little water over it and spend some quiet time with an old friend just enjoying their presence.

 

The Johnnie Walker black label is an blended scotch aged twelve years in oak barrels. In the universe of scotch, the there are five classifications:

  • Single Malt Scotch (distilled from water and malted barley at only one distillery)
  • Single Grain Scotch (distilled from water, malted barley, and an additional grain such as rye, added to the mix, at only one distillery.
  • Blended Malt Scotch (a blend of two or more single malt scotches from different distilleries)
  • Blended Grain Scotch (a blend of two or more single grain scotches from different distilleries)
  • Blended Scotch (a blend of at least one single malt and at least one single grain scotches)

 

The ‘single’ in the single malt and single grain is a focus on the one distillery. Where a scotch is distilled, in any of the five regions (Highlands, lowlands, Speyside, Islay, and Cambeltown) has an impact on the taste of the scotch. Usually because of the various qualities in local water sources. Blending scotches can be used to highlight or diminish regional variations in the whiskey.

 

You could product a blended scotch combining several highland distilleries into a single ‘highland’ blend (the northern highland scotches noted for their peat and spicy character, the southern highlands noted for their peat and fruity character)

 

In this universe of scotch, I would consider Ms. Hendricks to be a single malt from Speyside. The ‘single malt’ representing the non-augmentation of her beauty, and the ‘Speyside’, (along the river spey) a region known for its complex and aromatic scotch.

 

 

A good scotch, like a good woman should be appreciated for the experience. This golden liquid aught not be wasted doing shots, as if it were some tasteless vodka or pedestrian whiskey. Think of your lover’s lips, the way you linger over them with a kiss. Scotch is no quickie. Sure, there is a time and a place where a quickly is called for. That’s as place for some lesser libation. Scotch is more like the romantic weekend, something to be savored slowly. Its nuances should be fully explored, like the curves of a voluptuous redhead.