Ahh, The Pogues. Being a solid 50% Irish, Scottish, and Scots Irish, these guys are my kind of punk. I remember rocking out to "The Sick Bed of Cuchullain" while spray-dyeing my hair green for St Paddy's in college, and it's not March 17th without a rousing, boozy rendition of "Streams of Whiskey." It would, however, still be my favorite day of the year without this whiskey, which is just kind of forgettable. The nose is muted with melon, pear, and vanilla; the palate is a bit more interesting, with the same fruit and vanilla mixed in with some oaky spice, but it's a light affair at a volume level better suited for The Cranberries than The Pogues. I wouldn't say no to a dram, but I wouldn't drop money on a bottle, either.