I've had this bottle for a few weeks now and just been holding off on the "notes" as I wanted to wait for the perfect moment to sit down and enjoy doing the taste sample of it, uncompromised. As noted elsewhere I picked this one up at the same price Bookers sells for in my woods (75$) and would consider that a bargain. The nose stands out as pure and true bourbon at full strength, with just enough alcohol to make your nose hairs salute. A thimble of water in the glencairn encourages it to break open a bit but the sweet, spice warmth does not yield. The advertised chestnut and rye are perfectly balanced with a cinnamon carmalized candy corn and while it may not "classify" as bourbon on a technicality, at no time are we led to believe this hails from anywhere other than straight from the old kentucky home. On the tongue Little Book is a reminder that, as in all in life, there is a "right way" for bourbon as well, the dark sweet sugars, the earthy woods, the spices are all right here, and 13 years of mellowing gives credence to the notion of why you can't hurry perfection. The combined warmth, taste and smoothness all come together in Freddies concoction, as the familiar "this is why we do it" thought prys its way into your brain. One side note, if you just opened the bottle, give it some time to breath and you may avoid sweat pouring off your brow. Whatever notes of cherries jubilee, blackberry jam or cinder soot you take away are yours to own but however you enjoy it, you will find something to take away, if you don't then clearly vodka(or turpentine) are your drink, and not bourbon whiskey. The beauty of the sweet warmth that finishes with just mildy peppered cinnamon as it makes a completely smooth exit reassures that what you are enjoying is a "work of art". Forget all the fancy silly bottles and slogans the latest fad marketers are throwing at you and remember there is no compromising the taste and with Little Book, you don't have to compromise. A hearty well done to Freddie Little Book Noe.