Hardly a new phenomenon, the production of Nutcracker is a Harlem tradition unlike any other - more so, what the Masters is to golf, or duct tape to kidnapping and abduction practices, Nutcracker is to the lasting heritage of the fine people of Harlem World.
I stumbled upon this article from the New York Times from September of last year, and must say, despite the battered and bruised nature of my liver and esophagus today following an experiment with fine bourbon, I'm intrigued by this.
Moonshine for the people north of the Mason-Dixon line ya!
Fuck them confederates and their bourbons and mashed whiskeys, up here, we Yankees like to mix up some Nutty in our parents basement and sell it on the block with a nug of shitty outdoor.
That's what I call a combo. Enjoy the article and check back real soon ya hear and I may have a Nutty contact or two.
IN HARLEM, A HINT OF A PREVIOUS ERA AS PEDDLERS STEALTHILY QUENCH A THIRST
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