Now this pour? This one doesn’t sit around the campfire telling tall tales. It owns the saloon. Thirteen years in charred oak is already a respectable stretch — long enough to grow a proper mustache and a reputation.
Nose: Deep caramel and antique oak step forward first, followed by worn leather and vanilla. There’s a touch of pipe tobacco in there too — the kind that smells expensive and probably comes with opinions.
Palate: Full-bodied and unapologetic. Dark toffee and baking spice roll in thick, with black cherry adding a little dramatic flair. Roasted nuts and toasted oak keep it grounded — still very much bourbon, just wearing cufflinks now.
Finish: Long. Warming. Sweet char clings on like a good story. Cinnamon bark and dry spice settle in and refuse to rush off. This finish lingers like someone who’s not done making their point.
At 112 proof, it’s got backbone. Not reckless — just confident. It won’t pick a fight, but it absolutely won’t lose one either.
Bottom line? This isn’t some dusty trail sipper. It’s a polished outlaw — the kind that tips his hat, wins your money, and somehow you thank him for the privilege. Worth every slow, dramatic pour.
