I’m a big fan of what you might call the lower shelf value bourbons. You never know what you might find. If it disappoints, the worst you’ve done is cost yourself the equivalent of two 20 ounce beers at your nearest Applebee’s. During happy hour. Yes, it’s that reasonably priced.
This one, I’m happy to say, is a winner. Frankly, it punches above its weight and could hold its own against the more recognizable, entry-level bourbons. The overwhelming impression I got was that a bartender’s concoction of a Fig Newton shooter couldn’t taste more like this. Even if she was Lebanese and grew up on a fig farm. [Stephen: Fig orchard, maybe?] [Bill: Fig ranch? Fig phantasmagoria?] Whatever the case may be, it also evokes the bizarre wonder in a Lebanese immigrant at first experiencing Kentucky. Then there’s malty biscuityness, then some crackling toasted fig seeds, and a sweet sugar sludge like at the bottom of your iced tea. Delicious.