Far North Roknar Minnesota Rye Whiskey

Extremely smooth.

Tastes mild, leaves the lips tasting sweet, but the smell is fishy

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. In conclusion - this rye was fine but would recommend the Bodelan bourbon by Far North instead of this offering.

This is easily the worst bottle I’ve bought in years. The finish and aftertaste burn like rail liquor and are strong and overwhelming; I had to go out and buy a bottle of sweet vermouth to mix and make manhattans with this rye just to cover up some of the rye’s bad aftertaste. Save your money and go buy something else.