Jim Beam Devil's Cut

Like drinking wood. Only not as good as that sounds.

I know, I know, but I absolutely love this bourbon!

In my continuing quest for a low priced enjoyable malt...I come across another dismal failure, almost taking me to the brink of vomiting. Nose is like something dead, burned and charred. Reminded me of when I once drove across Death Valley, and got a whiff of this roadkill that was getting roasted by the intense heat. Taste isn't much better...I never wanted to have a burnt roadkill, but now at least I know what it taste like. If I'm ever born a vulture in my next life, I'm well prepared now. Why do I do this to myself...three low cost failed attempts that resulted in near-ejection of bodily fluids? Why did I not simply splurge for the extra few bucks and get a better bottle? Or go over to the wine section of the store, and have my choice of countless offerings anywhere from an Oregon Pinot to an Argentinian Malbec, at the same price I spent on this. I must have some deep masochistic issues that need years of therapy to resolve.

More heat than I remember, but ask better flavor. More of the traditional Jim Beam profile.