This here’s the whiskey that drew first—WhistlePig’s Small Batch Rye. Aged 10 years and packing 100 proof, it rode into town bold, spicy, and with something to prove. It’s the one that holstered the rulebook, stared down tradition, and slapped convention clean across the saloon.
Nose: Kicks up a cloud of allspice like boots on desert dust. Orange peel flares like high noon sun, followed by anise, oak, char, and just enough caramel to sweet-talk the bartender.
Palate: Starts out sweet—caramel and vanilla mosey in, smooth as a gambler’s drawl—before rye spice and mint throw down in a duel that’ll wake your taste buds and clear the poker table.
Finish: Long and warm, like a campfire after a gunfight. Butterscotch and caramel ride off into the sunset together—no regrets, just flavor.
This ain’t just a whiskey—it’s a legend in a bottle, and it’s still the fastest pour in the West.