This isn’t just a bottle of whiskey—it’s 18 years of barrel-aged diplomacy with a knuckle-duster under its cufflinks.
Back before distilleries looked like science labs, America’s OG grain-slingers malted just enough of their crop to kickstart fermentation, a gritty little move that turned rye and water into pure magic. WhistlePig gives a respectful nod to that tradition—then suplexes it into modern elegance.
Crafted from a mash bill of 79% Rye (the spice thrower), 15% Malted Rye (the poet with a punch), and 6% Malted Barley (the smooth talker who closes the deal), this whiskey hits every flavor quadrant like it’s settling an old score with style.
But wait—just when you think the fight’s over, the 4th Edition rolls in wearing a Spanish PX Sherry Cask finish like a velvet cape. Now the flavor isn’t just bold—it’s Broadway. Rich, complex, and refined, with all the charm of a ballroom dancer who could also win a bar brawl without breaking a sweat.
Nose: Oh, it’s sweet and aromatic like a lover’s goodbye—toasted almonds, caramel, and a whisper of smoked maple that lingers like a smirk.
Palate: It kicks open the saloon doors with a rush of heat—tailored, but make it dangerous. That warmth melts into a refined uppercut of dry grass and spice, like a well-dressed outlaw lighting a cigar with your dinner napkin. Just as you start to recover, a smooth-talking note of honey strolls in, lays its hat down, and reminds you this brawl has class.
Finish: Long, slow, and unbothered—like dried fruit lingering in a velvet glove, refusing to leave the party until the piano stops playing.
So pour a glass, straighten your bow tie, and prepare for a whiskey that lands flavor like uppercuts, but leaves you with a hug.