When first I read the back story I thought this was just another propped up fabrication weaving threads of truth into a vast blanket of lies, like much of our history. Upon tasting this however, I no longer cared. This is the real deal. The cask strength reserve is hot. Unlike Pelosi's leathery hide, this bad boy has aged remarkably well and I find myself wanting to believe in fairy tales again. Leave it to some rural dwellers in Tennessee to restore my faith in the sordid world of bourbon backstories and gimmicks. I imagine that the unsung heroes of Appalachia will also bear the brunt of restoring this once-proud nation to the glory we were always told it embodied. It didn't and we were lied to, but it can be and if it do be, I imagine the core of its strength will be sourced somewhere near Tennessee. I salute thee Nelson brothers, sincerely. From your newest-ish fan.