[11.4.17] Sometimes the Buckeyes lose, and sometimes your wife decides that means she needs to watch a depressing movie that leads you to the hotel bar because: “Hell, my night’s going down the tubes anyhow”. This is the perfect bourbon for the nights that are heading to hell in a handbasket. Classic taste by Russell but stiff and unrefined for the times you just don’t give a dang. Go get ‘em.