Smoked with cinnamon. I was immediately transported back to my adolescence lighting fire crackers with 30 other children cousins at every fourth of July reunion. The smell of spent fireworks, the sound of baseballs cracking against the swung wooden bat. Screams of girls being chased by boys, and all the Old folks smoking cigars. The pool splashes against the legs as some one canon balls. All this in a few nappy sips of this bourbon