$%#¥. That was the sound I made when I realized I was buying this “whisky”. When my bourbon dealer recommended this bottle, I was horrified. And yes, I do think of him as a dealer, not a retailer, because he has this way of suggesting that something good will come my way in the near future when I buy crap like this from him on an off week. And it typically does, presumably because I typically do. Still, I was horrified because I knew I had to buy it, and I hated most everything I saw on the label. “Flavored Whisky.” “Age: NAS.” “Georgia peaches.” “Canada.” The nose: peaches. The body: peaches. Why am I doing this. The finish: bit of NyQuil. Oh, and peaches. Disclaimer: this actually is pretty delicious. It’s some bullshit, but it’s tasty bullshit. I do like peaches. The fact that this $30 bottle comes with a felt bag inside a sealed box is pretty comical. But I dig it. I probably will try to cocktail this little guy and enjoy it quite a bit.