The 1792 Full Proof (62.5\%)

From The Malt Impostor
May 18, 2017 - 12:48pm
Tasting notes: The darkness in my glass reminds me of what I’ve come to call the “blushing of the brogues.”  This happened years ago at the regional meeting.  I had stepped out of the bathroom in plenty of time to walk on stage to accept the sales award, only to notice a strip of toilet paper longer than my forearm stuck to the bottom of my new cordovan wingtips.  And by “notice” I mean that I saw it on the JumboTron at what was to have been my crowning achievement.  As embarrassed as I was, my shoes felt even worse.  In their humiliation they turned into the same ruddy shade that swirls in my glass. This whiskey smells threatening.  It’s more scarecrow than cornfield, if you know what I mean.  But there’s a real sweetness underneath, too.  Let’s make it a hippie scarecrow.  He’s got a Life is Good t-shirt on and a posture that says, “hey, birds, it’s all good!”  In a basket, Ray (the scarecrow insists that we call him Ray) holds cherries and white peaches. My first sip peels the paint off the top of my mouth.  Wow!  Scorching!  It’s like I’ve just taken a huge bite [...]

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