One day I was doing some whisky shopping to see what the next deals I could find and stumbled on what I felt could only be a gag. Nope sure enough, someone named their whisky Gold Cock, which immediately made me add to my cart to simply use phrasing jokes for when company comes over. After a few jokes of “Would you like to taste my Gold Cock?” or “You haven’t really lived unless you’ve put some 20-year Gold Cock in your mouth”, I’ve decided to write a review on it. Well, spoiler alert, get ready for some more phrasing. Lifting the Gold Cock close to your nose, you are greeted with a mix of berries and a farmyard funk that stays in the background of simmering apple cider with a few whole cinnamon sticks, gooseberries and huckleberries then the funk comes back to center stage with wet hay, clay and freshly sheared sheep wool with medium ethanol burn. After sniffing the Gold Cock enough for notes, I then took a mouthful which isn’t as thick as you would expect at 49.2% but more of a medium mouthfeel that starts astringent and spicy before fading to notes of apple cider, gooseberries and huckleberries then a freshly opened cinnamon stick broom, and farmyard funk with wet hay, flint rocks and freshly sheared sheep wool with medium ethanol burn. After swallowing the Gold Cock, it leaves you with a medium length finish with a mix of citrus, berries, chocolate and farmyard funk. Overall, I’m not really a fan of this one due to its astringency along with the weird mix of fruit, spice and heavy farm funk that just doesn’t mesh well for me. If you enjoy cleaning out some horse stalls with small breaks to drink some apple cider and have a snack of some sour berries, this might be your jam. Well, now that my review is finished, time to get some little 2-ounce Gold Cocks out to friends that would like to put them in their mouth holes to see if it performs any better for them.