So you’ve had the last two weeks to mull over the lower rungs of the Jack Daniels line, but here we come to the top of the top for JD’s take on Tennessee Whiskey. There are very few American whiskies that we’ve enjoyed tasting more than Single Barrel and while it’s not perfect it’s a fantastic whiskey.
Open your minds, mouths, stomachs, anus and urethra all you Honest Booze Reviews readers because shit is about to go down. A couple of weeks ago we all got together and decided that we needed to cook some food…cook some food and get drunk. WHAT CHU KNOW ABOUT BOOZE REVIEWS, SON?! BuffaloJern, the man named Justice, and DJ LvL got together with a couple of new friends to this gig in Poat and Mr. Hentai to drink some food and eat some booze along with me, bottle inverted 180 degrees and the opening no longer pouring booze into my mouth, William Henri Neve IV aka newly formed Tex Mexibro aka MC Will Power aka DJ Jonah Jameson (DAMN YOU SPIDERMAN!) aka William Henri Neve The Fourth (different person).
STOP! Did you read our Jack Daniel’s Black Label review yet? If not Jern put this link here because I am fucking useless when it comes to stuff like that. .
So, now that you know how we felt about the original whiskey Mr. Daniels brought to this world, allow us, the Booze Review Crew, to introduce that a new challenger is approaching!
A Journey of Justice: Part 4
Dear Booze Reviewers,
Well everyone, I’m home. Those of you in the Buffalo Lounge no doubt already know of my safe return to my homeland. However, despite this I feel that I must recount to you the final days of my expedition. You will recall that in my previous letter I told of my time in a faraway land with an exotic, yet strangely familiar single malt whisky. It took me several weeks but eventually I found my way out of that place and back onto a path I felt led me to my destination. My intuition proved true, as within a day I found myself standing before a treasure trove.
A Journey of Justice: Part 3
Dear Booze Reviewers,
I’ve once again found it within my power to postmark a message to you. Though my travels have been long and arduous I have once again made it to civilization. I appear to be somewhere in the far east. As you can imagine I was at first quite distraught as to where I found myself for this is not the land of Whiskey, being the beverage I sought after. Here there is only sake, souju, and rice beer. All great drinks in their own right, but none close to my prized drink: Scotch. However, fate saw fit to prove this first impression wrong. It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon and old building tucked away in the mountains. Even from a distance I knew that this was no ordinary building, in fact it was my favorite sort of building: a distillery.
Eventually using my wit and pack full of seemingly useless items, I managed not only to ascertain that this building was indeed a facility for distilling single malt whiskies, but also to procure a bottle of their single malt. I knew after taking the first sip that I had not become lost in my travels, no. It was fate’s drunken hand that had guided me here. The whisky had a rich smoky taste that pulled me in right from the beginning. After finding some ice (don’t ask me how) I poured myself a glass and set to my duties.
A Journey of Justice: Part 2
I, JimmathyJethro Justice, have decided to write you once again, with tales of my travels. I hope that all is well back in the Buffalo Lounge and I want you all to know that despite my traveling, I have not shirked my duties. It has been nearly two weeks since my last correspondence and I have more tales to tell you about my search for inner mysteries of scotch.
A Journey of Justice: Part 1
Dear friends and comrades,
I, Jimmathy Jethro Justice, have just set out on a journey. I know not when I will return or how long it will be before I can sample another alcoholic beverage with you again. However, this is a journey I must undertake. I have decided to catalog my journey and send back to you my adventures, so that you may share them with the world.
I set out two days past, donning my traveling cloak and packing only the barest of essentials.
He’s alive, I mean Justice is alive. He contacted us through secure channels of a dolphin echolocation protocol late last night with the single phrase “I love scotch.” I’m sure that means he’ll return shortly talking about the beauty that is scotch whisky. Until then we’re stuck reviewing a bourbon, and not one we enjoy either.
Another week and we still haven’t heard from Justice, though a Cambodian Monk has told us that “He is the envy of angels on earth.” So this week we carried on and went to a farm, where there were goats, a robot, and vodka. Since this isn’t Honest Robot-Goat Reviews, let’s move on to this weeks review Wodka vodka, which comes from Poland.
Dear family and friends of the Honest Booze Review Community. 2 weeks ago members of the Honest Booze Review Crew took a vacation. Luckily William Henri Neve was found somewhere in a bar, and DJ_Lvl apparently never left. However Justice a dear friend of ours did not show at our scheduled review session. We had sat down ready to review a gin we’ve often recommended: The Tanqueray Rangpur.
