Making another vain attempt to dig deeper on the brand, I picked up a bottle and examined it. Simple, unadorned. “Mulholland Distilling, American Whiskey” is stenciled onto the bottle in a white handwriting font. On the side of the bottle there’s a quote: “In good times and bad, all will drink. If not water, then make it Mulholland.”
The slogan embodies the way these two seem to operate. It’s the opposite of the hard sell, essentially translating to: “Hey guys, let’s all drink some water, huh? I mean hydration is important. Everyone good? No one thirsty? Excellent. Oh hey, almost forgot, would anyone like some booze?”
But here is the final proof that Walton Goggins is terrible at press tastings: We never got around to cracking the gin, the vodka or the whiskey that night. You read that correctly. I met up with two booze makers, for the express purpose of tasting their booze, which they had brought with them, and we did not taste their product. This is either the softest sell ever perpetrated or (I think more likely) two guys who care far more about being in the moment than they do about the finer points of marketing and promotion.
For my part, I was a mite shaken up. It felt like I'd just been defeated at booze writing. By two people who weren’t even playing. This would not stand.
A few nights later we regrouped and made a proper run through the portfolio. I even took notes, lest anyone get the impression that I am anything less than a member in good standing of the International Drinking Press. Here are my pure, unexpurgated thoughts. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I felt the need to document this strange phenomenon.
Distilled from 100-percent non-GMO corn, which really ought to matter to me more than it does. QUESTION: Am I a terrible person?
Lively, with pepper and mint flavors. Smells like a forest after a rainstorm. WG keeps sneaking peeks at my notes. Says that description “sounds like a Summer’s Eve ad.” What does he know?
What is a GMO anyhow? And how am I supposed to oppose one?
Feels like I should be drinking this vodka over ice with soda water and cucumbers in a spa in Palm Springs; on second thought, L.A.-based vodka belongs in an L.A.-centric cocktail. Ordering a Moscow Mule!
MA wants to know why I’m yelling. WG tells me about a natural spring that runs through the small town where he grew up. It’s said to have magical curative powers, and people come from miles around to drink from it. Ask WG if that has anything to do with inspiring Mulholland Distilling. It doesn’t.
NEW WORLD GIN
Goes very nicely in a Martinez. Robust citrus flavor right up front. From Persian limes used in blending or just residual taste from Moscow Mules?
Soothing floral and vanilla notes would calm even L.A. traffic-frayed nerves. WG peeking again. Says drinking and driving don’t belong in the same sentence. I explain that I took an Uber here.
MA says that GMOs are scary, and that opposition to them is not just another douchey rich people’s affectation like gluten. I feel better about myself. Screw you, GMOs! And glutens! Just in case.
Caught WG staring into the middle distance, humming “Paradise City.”
I remark to WG about the vanilla, juniper and coriander notes in the gin. He asks how my latest book is selling.
Distilled in Indiana, aged in Kentucky, finished at Mulholland’s facility in Downey, CA.
Mash bill = 94 percent corn, 4 percent rye, 2 percent malted barley.
Flavor-wise it’s a Tarantino film, there’s so much going on all at once: dried fruit, butterscotch candy, hay and sweet corn.
WG says my Tarantino analogy is pretentious.
This stuff would go great in a Manhattan.
WG makes fun of MA for looking like the singer for The National.
WG tells a wild story about the first time he met Slash at some Eyes Wide Shut-like party in Hollywood.
WG conducts an informal survey of the people around us on the best cup of coffee in LA.
Somebody brings me a Manhattan. Does my notebook have magic powers?
Knowing my editor would have certain expectations [Oh, don’t strain yourself on my account. -Ed], I tried putting on my journalist hat one last time. I asked Walton what inspired him to get into the booze business.
“You mean, beyond the booze part?” he replied.
Is he going to win again? It feels like he’s going to win again.
“Ok the truth is this,” he said. “I wanted to broaden my creative footprint. Look at my face. This thing isn’t gonna sell toothpaste. Hell, I don't want to sell anything. It's the thing I'm looking for... the experience.”
Confession: At this point in the conversation, I am ready to buy a case of X-Treem Tartar Control GoggiBrite™ from this man.
“Spirits make sense to me,” he continued. “But I’m not interested in experiencing an altered state of mind in a vacuum. Whiskey, gin, vodka, tequila are lubricants, which when used responsibly allow us to become vulnerable. That’s what I look for in my work. That's what I look for in my relationships with friends.”
And you know what? I believe him. I genuinely believe Walton Goggins got into the booze business because he appreciates the ecumenical virtues of fine fortified beverages. He's no master of the soft sell. Hell, he wasn’t trying to sell anything at all. He did this because he thought it would be different. And fun.
“For me, consuming spirits has always been a facilitator for something more sublime, something more communal. It’s a conduit to what's going on behind the mask we all wear, a way to access what's really going on”
Which is to say, Walton and Matt won again. Thankfully, so did I.