I know what you’re wondering… Which force of nature is more potent: the raw talent of Harlen Wheatley or the fact that celebrity whiskeys always suck? One is the master distiller at Buffalo Trace and blender of this bottle, and I’m pretty sure that the other is the 4th law of thermodynamics. Nose is grain, cedar. Bit of lemon. Body is oats. Brine. Bit of tangerine if you look. Finish is peanut shells. Brine continues. Salt? There is an alarming perfume note on your first breath. I mean that. It freaked me out at first. One does not simply make a good celebrity whiskey. Not with ten thousand master distillers could you do this. It is folly. At its core, it is a high-end mediocre whiskey. I’ve grown to like this more and more over the course of the bottle, but it’s not special. A bit of interest in some places, very rough elsewhere. Harlen put up a good fight, but celebrities… The award for most disappointing celebrity whiskey remains in the possession of Matthew McConaughey.