Alright, picture this: a dusty saloon, chairs flying, someone just got hit with a barstool—but you? You’re sittin’ at the bar, unbothered, glass in hand, and this bourbon just kicked the doors open. This ain’t your grandma’s bourbon.
The 2016 bruiser rolls in with oak and toffee like it owns the place. Then in comes Ruby Port, smooth talker with a sweet left hook. But wait—Tawny Port just joined the fight, throwin’ around nutty, caramelized fruit like bar peanuts.
You’ve got bright red berry acidity throwin’ jabs, while dark dried fruit sweetness lands body shots. They’re not fighting each other though—they’re tag-teaming your taste buds.
Nose? It starts with brown sugar and butterscotch like the calm before the storm. Then stone fruit and spice show up like, “You lookin’ for trouble?”
Palate? Straight-up apple crumble chaos, buttery pie crust carnage, and chocolate-oak-cinnamon honey bringing the pain. It’s nutty, it’s floral—basically a well-dressed brawler.
Finish? Long. Real long. Oak tannins and port walk out of the smoke like the last two standing in the bar, glass in hand, nodding to each other. Respect.
This isn’t just bourbon—it’s a full-on flavor melee, and somehow you’re the lucky soul who gets to walk away with the bottle.