Old Man Strength. This is a topic long pondered by my compatriots and I in our younger years. It was an ironclad theory that proved how it was possible for our fathers, and in some cases grandfathers, were still able to whip our asses despite the fact that we were virile young college boys in the prime of our youth. There was no other explaination. Old men who bear the same family name will always get the better of the younger.
Georget T. Stagg has old man strength in spades. In fact, George T. Stagg is liquified essence of old-man-strength in a bottle. George is older than you, and George will whip your ass if you cross him.
How old is Mr. T. Stagg? Nobody really knows, because everyone is afraid to ask. At a proof of 142, you don’t really need to pay attention to any other number on the bottle anyway. And no, that is not a typo. 142. (Although it does vary by 2 or 3 points each year). George will not hesitate to knock you flat on your ass, and not apologize. In fact, he will just scowl in disappointment and make you question your own manhood. If it’s humility you seek, find George and give him your best shot.
So What’s it Taste Like?
Nose: A wooded cabin where many fine cigars were once smoked, and maple pancakes were served every morning.
Taste: There is no describing the taste. It has every flavor you can imagine, but they are fleeting, because George does not like people lingering and gawking at his stuff.
After: If your taste-buds are still functioning, you will be fortunate enough to taste some delightful leathery chocolate.
I feel it is important to note that this has been voted time and time again one of the best whiskeys in the world. Not just bourbon, but whiskey and/or whisky.