Two years can be really long or not long enough. It depends on the context, right? For example, in business school I dated this one woman, for close to 2 years ( more like 1 3/4 year ) who was a stripper unbeknownst to me. Those two years weren’t long enough. I wish that lasted at least a decade. But some two years are too long. Case and point—- my first job out of college was at a large pharmaceutical, where my job for 8 hours a day was to hold rhesus monkeys and force them to urinate into a test tube. Sterilize the test tubes, dry them, and then do all sorts of perverted things to these simians for the sake of greater science. Eight hours a day. Every day. For two whole fucking years. That’s an example of where two years can be too long. This whiskey here, graciously sent by @ctbeck11, seems to be a case where the two years are perfect. Waves of caramel and oak. A punch of vanilla. Sure …lacks the complexity of an ECBP or a Garrison Cowboy, but it makes up for it in youthful exuberance. One of the two best Balcones I’ve had ( the other one being a tequila cask matured Balcones). My vote for top dog in the American whiskey scene had always been Balcones, and this is an example of their creme de la creme.