The Everything Drawer - Everyone has one, right? (post anything - within the rules)

Glenmorangie Distillery, Tain, Scotland. Very small, sits right beside the peaty creek they draw water from. Signs everywhere about no open flame - alcohol is soaked into everything and hangs in the air. The barrel room, where they experiment with different types of liquor barrels to impart flavor during aging, was fascinating. Many “wee drams” were served in the tasting room. I napped all the way back to the cruise ship.
 
McCormick Spices in Hunt Valley MD.

I worked at the drone factory (Textron/AAI) for a while and when outdoors, the smell was generally wonderful. Cinnamon days in the spice mill were
my favorite.
A few years ago (4-7?) they rented some warehouse space locally and were storing garlic, the hot humid summer days were the worst, but we were safe from vampires for at least a 15 mile radius!
 
Coors brewery, 1988-9, great tour, very informative and interesting, complete with brew / tasting room at the end of the tour. IIRC, full size glass for each participant to sample two beers.

Insider's trick to the Coors Brewery tour -- ask for the "short tour", you skip the tour portion of the event and move directly to the tasting room for your samples.
 
ANY distillery or brewery tour is a great tour! ;)

Not exactly tours that the public can take but my civilian career has taken me on the production floor of almost every food packager, beverage manufacturer in the U.S. (along with a lot of other production plants). A few highlights...

10. Watching an AMF bowling ball being made out of 16 different pieces of wood

That would actually be the manufacture of a bowling pin, not the bowling ball.
 
Mrs. cb7893, after 39 yrs. 8 mos. of marriage and living here for over 39, finally became a US citizen in Feb and just voted in her first election.

This being one of the hottest election years probably since 1968, she is really fired up. She's going to make life miserable for everyone if that Sewer Bond Issue doesn't pass.
 
Anyone have any experience with one of these? I should never look at food/cooking catalogues when in the kitchen having a glass of wine during dinner preps. I do miss a charred Neapolitan-style crust.

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Anyone have any experience with one of these? I should never look at food/cooking catalogues when in the kitchen having a glass of wine during dinner preps. I do miss a charred Neapolitan-style crust.

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Boh, our family’s experience was with the contents coming out of the brick ovens on a long pole peel around Piazza Plebiscito, Spacca Napoli, Stadio San Paolo and many other pizzerie around Napoli. Nothing compares to Neapolitan pizza, as you know. Without a skilled pizzaiolo using that mechanism, I'm not sure how a pizza capricciosa (my favorite), cuattro formaggi (DW favorite) and the classic pizza Margherita (kid’s favorite) would fare. He/she may think it heinous to use gas to bake a pie. A wood fire would better replicate the charred crust everyone remembers about Napoli. Cin-Cin!
 
Boh, our family’s experience was with the contents coming out of the brick ovens on a long pole peel around Piazza Plebiscito, Spacca Napoli, Stadio San Paolo and many other pizzerie around Napoli. Nothing compares to Neapolitan pizza, as you know. Without a skilled pizzaiolo using that mechanism, I'm not sure how a pizza capricciosa (my favorite), cuattro formaggi (DW favorite) and the classic pizza Margherita (kid’s favorite) would fare. He/she may think it heinous to use gas to bake a pie. A wood fire would better replicate the charred crust everyone remembers about Napoli. Cin-Cin!
Funny, I thought about the gas smell and the “not-quite-right” aspect. Part of the Neapolitan charm was not only the char but the woodsy smoke effect. I was “adesso pizza con funghi e ricotta e mozzarella di bufala, ordine speciale per la signorina.” My favorite place was a hole in the wall in Arco Felice. I got to know the family, and I would make Southern desserts and bring them for their kids. Lemon pound cake was a favorite. They would start my pizza when I came in the door, even though I would happily eat all the usual varieties. Sigh.
 
@WT Door Crazy memory just surfaced. I recall driving on the country roads around Napoli at nighttime, and cars would whiz by without headlights on. Very disconcerting. The running joke was it “saved gas.” Am I remembering that correctly? Che pazzo.
 
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