Oh shit sweet Nana alert, them brandies be bangin harder than moesha. Not that the bourbon wasn’t dank and the rye even better, but this goes ultra HAM sandwich and smoothed out what tiny grooves were previously perceptible. If on the bourbon edition you didn’t like the herbal pralines and oak from faded hops, this candy coated fists you with a gentle caramel apple. If the rye was too prickly and you wanted a gentle smoothe texture, this is an R. Kelly discography of sticky toffee and malty brittle.

If Alesmith sends this to the Midwest like they did their other offerings: someone is getting pregnant. Or someone is going on disability. That 11% is LOl worthy and hits hard like an rx7 rotary engine full of toasted brown sugar and a liquid Patton monologue of power.

I don’t need to tell you to seek this out, I can already see a FT: old stock or some dumb shit coming down the pipes.

You can have a world class beer or you can have a Pringles horizontal. The choice is yours.