Tastes

You spent the afternoon in the jungle, tracking and killing that velociraptor. First of all, nicely done. Second, you've built a good campfire and are roasting some of that raptor meat. Enjoy. Smells smokey, but not overpowering. Tastes like smoked raptor jerky. Yah, roll with the joke.

Good god man. This would worth a use of the time machine to go back and buy any bottles that you left sitting on the shelf. Seriously, the morlocks won't mind, because what would they know about good bourbon. A bit nutty, like basil dark rye. Smells like Antiseptic wipes, but damn does it taste good. Buy a bottle. You shan't regret it chap.

If the zombiepocalypse occurs on Halloween, and sends the crazy horde roaming the streets for brains, then this would be the bourbon to commemorate still being human. Like candy corn and a bit of heat mixed with a bit of chocolate notes. Not quite as good as I was hoping.

You get tired of working through your time travel equations, and hit the street to pick up a new bottle of bourbon. This bottle is $5 more than the 1897 bottled in bond, and $8 less expensive than the 1920 prohibition. Your time machine isn't working yet, so don't choose hastily. My first OF, and apparently they are known for heat. It's very present, but not compared to Stagg Jr or others along those lines. I'm interested to see how much the heat changes in the 1897 and 1920.

You've been running from the zombies for two weeks. You stumble across an abandoned vehicle that conveniently contains a bottle of this. Now you have a decision to make. Bottle of booze, or those extra bullets. Be smart.. Surprisingly it was pretty smooth. But don't be fooled; it's not truly special.

This will make you sweat like you've been running through the jungle with velociraptors in tow. Yep, heat. Seriously, my teeth felt sweaty. Throw some water in, and it turns delicious. And velvet. And caramel. Some cinnamon. Some vanilla. Save it for the cold months, when the man-eating lizards have migrated to the warmer jungles.

You've stepped away from your time machine for a few hours and come back to find that it's still there, but someone has absconded with your bottle of single barrel. Probably those damn morlocks. The nerve. It's not nearly as complex as I anticipated, but the star here is the heat. Think of a hot piece of metal placed in water. Strong but not overpowering heat right away, then it transforms into an incredibly smooth whiskey. It's just fun to drink. Morlocks be damned, we fight for our eh Taylor single barrel.

So you find yourself squared off against 10 zombies, and in the middle of this high noon showdown is this bottle. You'll want to put them all down before they trample this into the earth and maul your face. Think Balvenie 14, but less malty. Fair amount of heat, but those fruit notes shine. Overpriced? Yes. But very good. Seriously, just put them all down, grab the bottle, and get out of there before more show up.