Murray’s Bible calls this a ‘hairy-chested bourbon’ and I can’t disagree. Though it’s only 47% alcohol it smells and tastes much stronger. It’s a deep orange in the glass, and it smells like a candy store run by a drunk, all butterscotch and booze. Sip it and the bombastic corn mash flavours swagger around your mouth and tongue until they cry surrender. The toasty vanilla finish goes on and on with only a hint of spice to liven it up. Though there’s not much complexity or subtlety here, the sheer braggadocio of this whisky is strangely endearing. I shall enjoy polishing off the bottle to make space for something else.