Of course, if you feel like you don’t have enough sadness to explore, here are a couple tidbits that might help you get there: for those who live in or visit NYC, a 2 hour walk bears a higher-than-expected likelihood of getting pooped on by a pigeon; also, during that walk, even if you traversed every New York City street, you’d only see 5 public sculptures of historic women; you’d also potentially, in the near future, pass a luxury apartment with a dog run and a hiking trail in Bushwick. Pair all this with the notion that you’ll probably never go to space, but this whiskey (who won’t be able to appreciate it, though it may allegedly age differently in zero gravity) will, and yeah, maybe you’ll feel just as mopey as a washed up horse actor.