I’m in New Orleans for fun; , it’s a beautiful old city rich with history and ghost stories - the town is filled with sweaty bridal parties with their arms linked together like the figures in the game “barrel of monkeys” by Milton Bradley (and just as generic), face licking, bible thumpers, thongs, mesh gloves, street vomit, tall phallic token glasses with many plastic straws (obviously this straws are all headed directly for the nasal passages of sea turtles shortly after being discarded), and leashes for full grown men. I partied hard in my 20’s and early 30’s - which leaves me feeling a bit more like a coach than a player in this wild world- and with a target 10:30 bed time (by choice) it doesn’t leave me much room for the wild stuff- besides wildly overpriced booze, a nice dinner with my lady, and a couple hits of Maui wowie vape oil from the pen before bed - if anything is wild for me these days- it’s in my dreams. Annnnnyway- on to the Whiskey - I just caught the 10second ass end glimpse of Balvenie on “Shark Tank” - I’ll have to look it up to see what happened- enough rambling - this $90 pour had an echo of the younger Balvenie - but for me I was overtaken by oak- it was very very dry and had some of the oldest most aggressive oaking i’v tasted to date- I got a little dark chocolate and raisins, but was too overtaken by the oak and spice on the back end to really feel engaged with this whiskey. Idk- I’ll have to try it again- but at this point I’d say meeah... I’m not wild about this one- the spice and oak isn’t vibrant; it tastes more like mouthing a pice of driftwood. NOLA!