This is one dark and ruby red whiskey! And the legs grip the walls of the glass like Karo corn syrup poured all over the shelves of a walk-in refrigerator by a disgruntled sous chef. The nose is fiery and has the kind of restrained aggression that wise men would avoid were it to be found in a rugby opponent. In the mouth, this whiskey is all business. And by business, I mean something like a bail bond shop or a cinder block store. But this store is inside a boulangerie that also holds a tea shop, a bric-à-brac boutique, and an erstwhile art space for talentless divorcées. You see, it’s tough and manly; if pickup trucks drank whiskey, you’d find a band of black Ford F-150s hunched around the bar holding glasses of Angel’s Envy, somehow, in their 285/70/17 Firestone tires. But listen to the conversation!
They’re talking about their feelings! I think it’s the port finish that softens the growl of this whiskey into a pleasurable, long-finishing purr.
The Angel’s Envy Bourbon is Andre the Giant–I’m sure you remember him from The Princess Bride. But did you also know he was a pitchman for Honey Nut Cheerios?
–Our thanks to Wesley Henderson and the folks at Angel’s Envy for the sample!