I love peat. I love bourbon. I also love rye. What a world we live in where I can combine three of my loves into one bottle. I wanted to like this, I really did, but it was like throwing steak, avacado, and Cheerios in a blender and expecting the whole to taste three times more delicious than the parts. Yet, not unlike Chuck Palahniuk novels, the pieces are better than the whole. I won't knock High West for their bravery, on the contrary, I keep giving them more of my money each time I see one of their new delightfully monstrous creations, but this one just didn't quite add up. I'm still crossing my fingers for a peated bourbon, another chance to enthusiastically sponsor those magnificent loose cannons over at High West.