Writer Amanda Christmann
Lance Carver leans back in his chair, happily worn from a good day’s work. Pausing for a moment, he raises a tulip-shaped glass to his nose and takes a hearty whiff.
“The first thing is the scent,” he explains, then holds the amber liquid under his nose once again, taking a calm, deep breath.
“That first sniff clears your nostrils. It’s the second and third sniffs that give you some of the true flavors of a good whiskey.”
With that, he takes a small sip and rolls it around his tongue, then swallows and smiles.
Whiskey is a drink that has personality and distinction of its own. It defines its enthusiasts as much as they define it, and Carver seems to fit the image.
By day, the longtime Arizona resident can be found outdoors, hiking, biking and enjoying all that the desert foothills have to offer. As hard as he plays, he works even harder. By evening, he manages Cartwright’s Sonoran Ranch House, one of the busiest restaurants in the...