Whiskey Review – 1792 Ridgemont Reserve and Eagle Rare

Well, then.  That was a nice little break, now wasn’t it?

Sorry for the radio silence.  Life got in the way a bit, but I’m glad to say that I’m back at it, pouring brown liquids down the hatch and letting you know what I think.  Today’s topic?  Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey.  Two iterations, in fact (I’m blogging so slowly that I’m falling behind my drinking, hence the doubling up).  You see, I was watching the Final Four and the national championship game, witnessing the utter dominance of Anthony Davis and his freakishly talented teammates, and I figured that now is as good a time as any to highlight some Kentucky juice.

Before I get to the tasting, a word on Calipari & Co.  The Wildcats were an amazing team, they played hard, they played the game right, and they were absolutely deserving of the title.  But I think that Green Bay Packers Tight End Tom Crabtree (@TCrabtree83) put it best when, with Kansas trailing toward the end of the game, he Tweeted: “Kansas can either comeback and win this thing now, or win it in 3-5 years when Kentucky is forced to vacate it.”  In other words, John Calipari, while a top recruiter, master motivator and a hell of an in-game coach, has the moral compass of a mug of bongwater.  Both UMass and Memphis have had to vacate successful seasons from his time there, and it won’t be a surprise when Kentucky will have to do the same.

Enough of that downer, though.  In honor of Kentucky’s victory, and the upcoming Kentucky Derby, here are my tasting notes.

I’m a bad photographer.

1792 Ridgemont Reserve Barrel Select (Aged 8 Years)

Nose – Just lovely.  I’m fond of so many bourbons on the nose, and this one doesn’t disappoint.  Some green pepper/stony scent.  Floral perfume.  Wood chips.  And some fruit – banana perhaps?  I’d like this to be my cologne.

Taste – Wow.  This goes from sweet and quaint on the nose to a monster on the palate.  Big, mouth-filling, puckering flavors.  Very heavy on the oak.  Licorice.  I get almost no sweetness whatsoever.  Something of a rye-type of flavor.

Finish – Pretty long, and like I said, it infuses your entire mouth and nose with the flavor.  Still that oak, but a hint of something like tobacco and just a whiff of lavender?

Comment – An interesting whiskey.  I know a lot of people are into it, but I’m learning that I really need that sweet note at some point, and I don’t get it here (which is somewhat strange, as I’ve read some other reviews describing it as overly sweet).

ScoreB-.  Obviously not my favorite, but I can see how others enjoy it.  To me, it was like taking a big bite of wood chips with a couple of flower petals mixed in.

Other, better reviews:

Official tasting notes

Sipology

The Beverage Baron

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No, seriously. I’m terrible.

Eagle Rare Single Barrel (Aged 10 Years)

Nose – Again, a lot of oak and green pepper.  Molasses and something like a latte.  Singes the nose hairs a bit.

Taste – Starts with big oak right up front, then comes some brown sugar/creme brulee.  Dark Chocolate and leather.

Finish – While not the longest finish, it seems to be active.  Things are happening in your mouth.  Good things.  Still with the wood, but also vanilla and a hint of lemon.  Somewhat drying.

Comment – Another big, mouth-filling whiskey.  Not light or refreshing.  Similar to the Ridgemont Reserve on the nose and with the huge oak on the palate, but differing in the considerable sweet flavors.

ScoreB+.  Of the two bourbons, I obviously preferred this one, but it isn’t the type of whiskey that you’ll spend an afternoon sipping.  Just a nice glass here and there for something interesting and somewhat different.

Other, better reviews:

Official tasting notes

Stogie Guys

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My Whiskey Journey

I’ve always been a big guy.  In high school, I was tall and chunkier than most of my classmates (looking back at pictures, though, I certainly don’t look overweight).  In college, I put on the freshman fifteen and didn’t look back.  The same continued through law school, and then I entered the real world.  Real sedentary.  My weight maintained a steady climb for years.  This type of increase is perfect for your stock portfolio, but horrible for your health.

This past December, I made the cliched decision to start a diet in the new year.  I spent all kinds of time researching, and ultimately decided that the choice for me was what is known as the Primal or Paleo diet.  Without getting into detail, the concept is to eat good whole foods.  Lots of meat, veggies and fruits.  At the same time, I cut out all grains and added sugars.  (Side note: if you are interested, I’ve lost 22 lbs in under two months.  A good site for further info is Mark’s Daily Apple.)

Why mention my new way of eating?  Because it demanded a new way of drinking as well.  My beloved beer had to go.  I had grown quite fond of relaxing with a nice IPA.  A Victory Hop Devil if at all possible.  But now my new diet overlords were telling me that drinking that beer was about the same as eating a couple of slices of bread – a serious no-no in Paleoland.

Ahhh, memories.

But I still needed a Friday night relaxation lubricant, and I had two options: wine and whiskey.  (Side note #2: the spelling of “whisk(e)y” has been explained repeatedly.  My plan will be to use “whisky” for fun brown drinks from Scotland and Canada, and “whiskey” for fun brown drinks from elsewhere.  I chose the added “e” in my blog title because I’m from a “whiskey” country.  And also because “whiskywriter” was already taken on WordPress.)  I had recently done some experimentation with wine while living in San Francisco, and it just didn’t captivate me.  But whiskey intrigued.

The reason whiskey is so intriguing is the fanatacism of its fans.  People talk about their favorite Scotches the way they talk about their children, but with slighlty greater enthusiasm.  Run a couple of Google searches – there are easily 50 outstanding whiskey blogs (some linked to in the sidebar of this blog), if not two or three times that amount.  These people are devoted.  Also, whiskey (and Scotch in particular) is just so manly.  As a man, I’m supposed to eat bloody steaks, savor a good Scotch, and smoke stinky cigars.  Well, with Paleo, my steak intake is through the roof.  It is time to up my Scotch savoring as well (I’ll never be a cigar smoker).

At the start of the year and the new diet, my interest in whiskey had already lead me to purchase (and sample) two bottles – Highland Park 12 and Buffalo Trace Bourbon.  My impressions at the time were that the Buffalo Trace was outstanding (especially considering its sub-$25 price tag) – smooth, spicy and just eminently drinkable.  My impression of the HP 12 (shield your eyes now, whisky lovers) was that it was just very difficult to get into.  I wasn’t immediately into that level of smoke (and I’m still far from a smoke lover).  Little Thunder, who generally sticks to inexpensive Shirazes, opined that the Highland Park “tastes like hot dogs.”  And I couldn’t totally disagree.

It grew on me.

Once I started focusing on these in earnest, I just needed to try more.  I needed variety.  I went on something of a buying spree (which really hasn’t stopped yet).  I made impulse buys of Glenmorangie Quinta Ruban and 1792 Ridgemont Reserve Bourbon.  After some research, I decided that I had to dip my toe into the Irish pool, so I got a bottle of Jameson 12.  With two Scotches and two bourbons but just one Irish, I decided that I couldn’t take the asymmetry, so I picked up a Red Breast 12.  My shelf looked pretty good at that point.

Soon after, at the liquor store with Little Thunder, I saw that they had Bushmill’s Black Bush on sale, so I picked up a bottle of that (but put it in the cabinet and out of view, for symmetry purposes).  I eventually finished the HP 12 and the Buffalo Trace, and replaced them with Old Pulteney 12 and Eagle Rare, respectively.

Before the HP 12 was kicked, though, I had an epiphany.  I just had a night where everything came together.  I was in the right mood, I was reading the right book, and the dram was just behaving perfectly.  The whisky’s flavors sang.  It had that beautiful mouthfeel and long finish (at least to my inexperienced taste) and I just sat there and realized that I needed more, more, more.

After some time with two each of Scotch, bourbon and Irish, I had to give Scotch its due.  Scotch is just too popular, and too varied from whisky to whisky, and there are just too many different Scotches to try.  Plus, the HP 12 had me drooling for a similar experience.  So I decided to up the ratio to four Scotches, two bourbons and two Irish whiskeys.  I studied a bit, and this time opted for a couple of drams that appeared to be a little more beginner-friendly: The Balvenie DoubleWood and a Compass Box Asyla (I wanted to include a blend in my four).

So I now stand with the following: Glenmorangie Quinta Ruban, Old Pulteney 12, Balvenie DoubleWood, Compass Box Asyla, Red Breast 12, Black Bush (I’ve finished the Jameson 12), 1792 bourbon, and Eagle Rare.  In all, a decent start to a collection.

Each of those whiskeys will be reviewed on this page in the coming weeks and months.  I’ll also touch on other topics.  My use of water in whiskey.  My future whiskey-related purchases (i.e., glassware and books).  My whiskey wish list (already a good 8 or 9 bottles long for Scotch alone).  My desire to make my whiskey hobby more social.  The seeming dearth of whiskey clubs or good whiskey bars in the Philadelphia area.  And on and on.

Finally, a word on Jameson 12.  People debate what is the best Scotch to get a whisky rookie hooked.  I’d offer up Jameson 12.  Obviously, I know this isn’t Scotch, but boy is it accessible.  So smooth with (for me) a perfect sweetness and just a little complexity.  Expensive for Irish, yes, but less than the great majority of single malts.  I may look back a year from now and cringe when reading this, but I would drink that stuff morning, noon and night, eight days a week.  Not just that, but it truly girded my belief that I need to go ahead and see what is out there in the world of great whiskey.

Maybe I'm crazy?

That’s where I stand.  I’m obviously a rookie’s rookie.  Join me as my journey as my tastes evolve and I, you know, get less stupid.  Hopefully.

Cheers,

WW