Windsor

During my undergrad, my roommates would take the short drive over to Windsor. Before the era of passports or Canada cards to cross the border, Windsor was the proverbial "land of milk and honey" where a Freshman could get sloshed, gamble and find a cheap place to crash for the night. I never went. Something about the idea of hammering cheap vodka and huddling in my buddy's trunk to get through te border after losing my wallet sounds like 9 kinds of wrong. This whiskey feels the same. Stephanie is right about the see-saw between sweet and bitter that when drank straight makes you want to hurl, before being left with that stereotypical chest-hair growing bitter and burn at the end. But it does make a fair mixer if you want to spike a perfectly good Coca-Cola with a bit of the devil. I have it in my collection because a) it was only $3 after rebate, and b) everyone has that friend who can't respect a nice whiskey - this is for that friend.