Hot hell, this is one of the best readily accessible rye’s on the mass market. It is the bourbon drinker’s rye that exclaims “and now for something completely different!” It’s oaky, big time. But oddly so. Like all the oak, none of the tannin, none of the acrid. Just like walking through oaks, and not climbing oaks. I don’t know how they do it, actually. And the rye itself is really well behaved, and house trained. It’s like a miniature Doberman. All of these things I say, I mean in a good way, (otherwise I’d say so.) Good rye. Bring this to a party of whiskey fans. Or drink it while playing a long, contentious game of Monopoly or Risk.