F-ck me. I searched far and wide for a bottle of this stuff and paid handsomely for it. The sexiness of barrel-strength MGP juice aged in a Wild West state like Nevada clouded my judgement. This bourbon was hot. Like, really hot. The only other thing that stood out to me other than the heat was the bitter taste that overpowered the smokiness and the notes of sweet corn. Most expensive mixer I’ve ever bought.