Drinking whiskey takes stones. It burns like hell and tastes like the devil’s piss the morning after HE got done drinking. Plus if you cough when you drink it your Granddad will call you out for being the pussy that you are. So, if you’re like me and don’t have the stones to drink whiskey, you can just buy them. Made in Vermont by the oldest soapstone workshop in the U.S. (apparently those exist), each set comes with the slap in the sack that you need to make sure you’re soon drinking whiskey like those guys you and your girlfriend wish you were in commercials.