Having biked from BC down to Idaho through Spokane and then the rolling wheat fields of the Palouse, I jumped at the chance to buy a local whisky, more or less, with a most unusual mash bill. It languishes near the bottom of my Distiller list of 40-odd bottles thanks to its modest expert rating, but I like it a lot. Then again, I love buttered honey toast, so that’s not surprising. Sure it’s a bit one-dimensional - it’s a single grain American whisky - but what it does, it does well.