Tonight I pulled out my bottle of 17 YO Eagle Rare 90 proof straight bourbon whiskey and commenced to enjoy its nose most to distraction. It has a delicately sweet floral and fruity nose that almost makes you forget about drinking it............but not quite. Still, I passed the glass under my nose back and to many times cause the aromas are really seductive in their power.
No, y'all, I still ain't even yet took a sip. Time lets go of more orange and leather aromas. I am thinking of splashing a bit under my arms in the morning before I go to the YMCA and see do those young women pay me a bit more attention than they usual do..........but then my wife would be saying she don't know that old fool smelling of bourbon. Coming to my good senses now, I know that I ain't gone spare any of this stuff to see can I draw off any flighty birds. Besides a 68 year old man ort to act his own part.
I'm still asmelling, but here I go now, I'm gone take a sip...............watch me now, watch me!!
Perfect soft sweetness, controlled rye bite...........controlled by the oak dryness. For the life of me I cannot lay my hands (or my mind) on what it is in older bourbons and oak barrels that sometimes makes them so good. There is a lightness in them so that they almost slip across the palate. Then there is a soft and deeply penetrating set of flavors that both taunt and please, tempt and tease. There is a great satisfaction, but one that also leaves a longing.
This, like all great bourbons, is feminine in character, lodging itself in your very soul. The essence of it is to remain just out of reach, but always revealing just enough of itself to keep you in its thrall
I stop now before this beauty takes me deeper into dangerous places.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas