The Mrs. and I ventured out of the house for the first time in a while today for some lunch (tacos. It was tacos) and she said we were celebrating. I assumed that she had good news about her job or something of that ilk, but upon inquiry her reason for celebrating was that we made it another week through this COVID nonsense and that was reason enough to celebrate. I knew I picked the right woman :). Upon returning home, I busted this bottle out, which is normally one of my “special occasion” pours. But times are tough. We live once. Let’s start with what you may be wondering. Yes, this is better than the Belle Meade Sherry Cask. And I loved that whiskey to the last drop. This is deeper, richer, and older. The nose reveals evidence of that old, dusty turkey smell wrapped in the deepest, richest sherry cask smell I remember from older sherry bomb scotches. I just love that old musty leather smell in both old sherry and old bourbon, and this integrates this so well. Taste is fruity, buttery, with undercurrents of rich brown sugar and vanilla, and finishes with a dry, warming feeling similar but more sweet that Glendronach 18. The world’s on fire. Grab a bottle you love and drink up. If you’re saving something for a special occasion, nows the time. Cheers.