Tastes

Roxanne: Upon first sniff, this smells like whiskey. Upon 2nd sniff, it smells like whiskey only now my chest is burning already. My eyes started to burn when I brought the glass up to take my first sip. It’s good. Smooth and spicy but damn it shoots fire up your nose and into your eyes. It finishes with a burn in your chest. Thank goodness for bourbon by the glass because I would be disappointed if I spent this much money on a bottle and it taste like much less expensive good Bourbons. Update! This is much less burny and sweet after letting the rocks melt a little! Tom: If I was alive during prohibition and this whiskey was available, I’d definitely drink it. And like it.

Tom: I was once tricked into eating a pile of dirt shaped into a cookie. If you took that cookie and then added burnt pencil erasers instead of chocolate chips, you have this whiskey. Roxanne: this shit’s nasty. Tom and I aren’t quitters (we choked down Johnny walker red which is still too raw for us to be able to write a review) but we quit this bile before we could finish one glass. I’m not saying it gave me diarrhea but all I know is I had diarrhea that night and threw up. I haven’t been sick since.

Tom: Whoa...this shit will put hair on your chest. And the back of your hands. And on your earlobes. Be careful.

Tom: Elijah is like an old friend who you can always call when you want to drink too much and destroy your liver, but you don’t want to spend too much doing it.

Roxanne: this smells like when you forget to take your wet laundry out and put it in the dryer so you have to wash it again. Thankfully, it tastes better than that. Very woody with a little sweet from the sherry, I assume, but will still put some hair on your rabbit balls. Tom: Kinda like I was burning a body in a bonfire while having a glass of Jim Beam. At least the wood in the fire wasn’t hedge trees.

Roxanne - gross. Im feeling the bern and I’m a republican. Reminds me of a bandaid. Tom - I like it. I fucking smell butterscotch.