The Bourbon's finished!

There's silent corner
Somewhere in the garden

Where unfinished projects are put to sleep
Where beautiful artefarcts await their second or third life
Where the less lucky things are left to die...

When this barrel came to live with us, it was in pristine condition and still smelled of booze. By its markings I could trace it to a Kentucky whisky distillery that closed in 1986. Almost 20 years later it somehow made its way to the first world. Its life has not really been great. A playtoy for the kids and oh yes, when it dries out it is irrepairable...