This tasted like the time I was in Ireland with my sisters and Beth lost a shoe in the cobblestone streets and I bet an Irishman an actual Irishman that I could do an Irish car bomb faster than him and the loser would eat a coaster. Like a paper coaster. And so obviously I lost so when you say this tastes like cheap leather it tastes like paper. Like cheap a paper coaster. That’s what this tastes like. The memory was good. But this isn’t. This is not my favorite because of that. XOXO The Bourbon Wife