Tasted at the Bluebird Inn, Cornwall, PA. I will readily admit, Scotch runs through my veins, I'm not a Bourbon man. But I've kept an open mind for more than a generous amount of time. So after dinner I decided to humor my palate and buy a pour of the ever-popular standard Maker's Mark... and like my father always said, "You'll always pay for an education." Nose? Hot & spicy paint, harsh molasses, floral plantain, mown grass and acetone. touch of sickly-sweet vanilla, almost marshmallow? Once in my mouth it became raw, green wood, freshly varnished oak with a smidgeon of clove. Sweeter and more beer-ish with ice (I never normally add ice to my whisky, this was desperate measures). Drying, Hot cinnamon fireball finish that overstays it's welcome. I honestly can't figure out why anyone would drink this... Maybe because it's cheap? I'm allowing this to become the last nail in the coffin: "I am no longer a WHISK(e)Y drinker, I am a SCOTCH drinker." Dry glass: who knows? I left it half-full on the table.