I'll grant Will his Blanton's but I will not grant the Basil Hayden's. That stuff is dishwater-weak; it is lukewarm, neither cold nor hot, and so I spit it out. But I would have thought that my qualifier "drinking them in any fashion often beats making tedious small talk with the most beautiful girl in the world" would be sufficiently defined yet amorphous to slide past such dubious drinks as Will mentions.

Still, all of them make a fine hot toddy.