Elegance in a Glass – “I’ve Done My Work, Now I’m Out”
Now here’s a whiskey that’s got its boots shined, hair slicked, and manners polished—but don’t mistake it for a softie. It’s indulgent, refined, and walks in humming a tune that makes your throat say thank you.
At 92 proof, it’s not trying to knock your head off—it’s here to serenade your palate, not slap it. That’s a rare thing these days, what with all the barrel-proof brutes running around like bulls in a tasting room.
The nose? Brown sugar, plain and proud, like your granny’s baking tray just came out the oven. There’s a wisp of campfire in the back, not enough to singe your eyebrows, but enough to make you feel like you should be wearing a wool jumper near the coast. Honey and honeydew melon drift around quietly—sweet, delicate, like a whispered compliment.
On the tongue: Think baked almond croissant on a Saturday morning, cinnamon bun hiding behind it like it knows it’s the real MVP. Then—powdered sugar icing. But not cloying—just enough to make you go “ooh” like you weren’t expecting it. The grain never shouts; in fact, it takes the night off entirely. And honestly? That’s grand. It lets everything else shine like polished brass.
Mouthfeel? Silken as a bedtime story and just as comforting. But here’s the thing—the finish is short and sharp, like a lover who kisses you on the cheek and disappears into the fog. You’re left there, glass in hand, wondering what just happened and why it ended so soon.
And the final verdict, friend?
“There’s not a damn thing wrong with it.”
It doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel. It just rolls on by like a gentleman, does its job, and tips its hat on the way out.
