Rich and Rare

Ok, fuck our lives. Tonight started out with Rich and Rare. I was determined to buy a whiskey for less than ten dollars, because that is not available in Washington state. Something about liquor laws fucking us all over.

Rich and Rare may or may not have been a good decision. Early in the night, we enjoyed its taste, commented on its caramel flavor, surprised that it didn't burn quite like Old Crow did. It cost 9.60, compared to Jim at about 18. Sure. Bret is not doing quite as well as I am at this point. He is flopping all around, and I am blogging about our experience. So just about as bad as Old Crow, without the nostalgia, and a little bit more flavor. I can only assume it will hurt in the morning. We'll see how that goes.

"Better than gasoline?"-Drunk Nate
"Better." -Drunk Bret

Canadian Club

Mile-high Whiskey Blog #1

Though not a full fifth bottle experience, I thought this might be a fun whiskperience to share.

I flew down to San Jose this past weekend, and along the way my friend Marli and I decided that drinking along the way would be a good idea. It was on this trip that we realized that a double shot of whiskey for five bucks wasn't too shabby.

The Canadian club 10 year reserve treated me quite nicely on the trip. Sweet and delicious, pretty much no sting, plenty of whiskey goodness. Not gonna lie though, I was a little pissed when I realized I could have gotten Wild Turkey.

Rebel Yell

Purchased on a Halloween liquor run, Rebel Yell proved a catalyst for a whiskey-fueled trainwreck. A fifth went for $16 in South Haven, MI. Jim goes for about $18 in comparison.

Rebel Yell is a little rough around the edges. It is an 80 proof Kentucky straight bourbon. Not as smooth as an Old Crow but nowhere near the harsh bite of many of its cheaper cousins. Drunk straight, it provides the standard bourbon flavors and aromas. Slight gasoline burn comes with taking it straight though. When mixed with a good amount of ice, the harshness faded. Mixed very well with some cola.

After putting down a good amount of the bottle between two people, the next day was a decidedly "yep, we drank bourbon last night" kind of mornings. Not nearly a "oh god, oh god, why do we keep buying carstairs" kind of situations.

This may not be my first choice for a rebuy but I wouldn't be oppose to it again. When compared to the Old Crow (which was also an integral part of the night), Rebel Yell came in second. Knock a few bucks off the price and it'll win more points for me.

1792

1792 Ridgemont Reserve

Ladies and gentlemen, we have bourbon. I'm currently sipping this feller, a pretty darn good representative of the bourbon family. You can taste the 93.7 proof, but still enjoy the bourbon-flavors going on. Definitely better with some ice. Perhaps it's better after rum. Cause that's where I am now.

Kate and I have been putting change in a piggy bank. This is piggy-bourbon.

Did you know, that 1792 was the year Kentucky entered the Union?

I'd say this is a fairly good bourbon, though I would rank Maker's a bit higher.

Canadian Hunter

This is possibly the smoothest of the bottom shelf whiskeys. At a bank-breaking cost of $10, you may have to make some sacrifices to be able to purchase a bottle of this, but I guarantee that it will not be the last sacrifice you make by the time you're finished enjoying this adventure of a liquor. You will find it available in several varieties, from small plastic to standard glass,and finally to large plastic, and whichever you chose to go with, just make sure to follow the simple rule of finishing what you've started. We'll come back to that.
The presentation of this elixir is certainly a selling point. The label prominently features Tom Selleck, wrapped up for a harsh winter, shouldering a rifle, lead by a team of impressive looking sled dogs. His posture is that of one who is "not fucking around". His mustache makes manifest the masculinity held behind the label, serving as a fair warning to those who cannot deal with so manly a refreshment.
As I said before, this is a very smooth drink, and works very well straight, on the rocks, on the rocks with a bit of water, and (for those who love corn syrup) with the cola of your choosing. I've personally found that a little lime juice and Triplesec bring out an exotic spiciness that I can only assume otherwise hides behind the sled dogs. Canadian Hunter is a selfish mistress, and once opened, does not appreciate being neglected. That being said, the best way to approach a bottle is to remove the cap, discard it, and obsessively attach yourself to the bottle until you've gleaned all the sweet sweet poison from it. However, this may result in some unpredictable situations, even for the seasoned Whiskier.
After a good night hunting, you may wake up feeling like someone has surgically implanted a rusty shard of metal in the middle of your brain. This is normal. Not to bog you down with science, but you've essentially soaked you brain in Canadian Hunter, and the throbbing ache you're experiencing is simply the terrifying panic going on inside your body, like a mother coming home to a house filled with rabid bears devouring her loved ones. Calm your inside places back down the same way you'd calm a mother down in this situation: Brew some coffee that is capable of cleaning engines, and pour a good amount of whiskey into the second cup.

Fighting Cock

103 proof of pure Kentucky Straight Bourbon rage. I've had many a night with this bottle and I keep coming back. I wish there were price tags still on these bottle cause I surely can't remember...so I say $16 in East Lansing, MI. Jim is centered around $20. This actually tastes good. It may get you wandering around town with Ian on a Thursday night busting down Greg's door and yelling gibberish, but it does taste good. There's a burn but the warm charred tones ease it away. Hangover depends on "a couple drinks" to "I'll take half the bottle if you take half". The latter is terrible. The apartments, agate house, and bridge house have made this a reoccurring staple of bourbon. The hands down standby.