I'm not sure if it is the bottle of vodka "mellowing out" or "breaking in," but after I finish about half of the bottle, it starts to taste less harsh, less bright, and I feel more laid back. Maybe it IS me breaking myself into the BOTTLE after all...
Who'd a thought I'd have an epiphany like that over a bottle of vodka?
ps - I hate Vodka, even the Belvedere - it's like sucking on a cotton ball full of rubbing alcohol to me. I much prefer Bourbon - the cheaper the better (Jim Beam) - although I do have a weak spot for Maker's Mark.
