Dude I’m aware of the benefits of allowing certain beverages to “open up”. I’m aware that oxygens invisible sorcerous touch can drastically affect your booze, brah. So I know this isn’t some eureka moment. BUT I will say, after experiencing what I’m about to describe with no less than 3 bottles, I think it’s a large enough sample size to say that you won’t fully experience what this juice this has to offer until you are halfway done with the bottle. The first half is fine...the usual suspects (caramel corn, toffee, buttercream, cinnamon, gingerbread, etc.) and the added proof alone pretty much rules out purchasing the “1783 small batch” or whatever they call it now and the black label completely if this is also available. It’s the mere difference of declining the “would you like to donate your change to charity” once or twice. Not that I’d ever do that....at this hour, is the end of that sentence, because all the stores are closed right now, it’s like 3 am. Did you think I was some delusional illiterate CNN-educated social activist, super woke, super judgy and super down with the hivemind? Blech. I’m not. I refuse to donate practically every time. I mean seriously, most charities are fraudulent fronts for the Deep State anyway and who’s to say where the money actually goes? No no no I save up my coins and pocket them so that my forgetfulness and neglect can enable the poly-rhythmic musical percussion act known as my clothes dryer to do it’s thing, rattling and tapping and rocking out hopefully in the dead of night. I sometimes set up a condenser microphone before the cycle and run wires to an amp in the bushes outside so my woke ass neighbors can hear the concert for free from the comforts of their REM sleep next to their angry and obviously uncultured wives. I’m good like that. But yeah for a mere pittance you can have this bad boy and the thing is, if you thought the top half was pleasant, the bottom half will blow your mind. That’s what I say to anyone who happens to engage me with my shirt off too. But in this case, the finish, the aroma, the whole Evan Williams bottled in bond experience gets compounded like the interest the banks hate you to have, and honestly, it’s a whole different animal. Don’t review this or critique this or even pay attention to this until you’re halfway done And it’s here at this juncture you can reflect and appreciate it’s true value. So basically treat it like you do your life.