RYE VS RYE CAGEMATCH: @Michterswhiskey Single Barrel 10 year Rye vs. Barrel Strength Rye, IT’S GONNA BE SPICY

Alright we have been to Japan and stomped all over the verdant grasslands of VerdeMont, let’s bring some down home earthiness back to this tire fire of a website: RYE REVIEWS. Today was have a double header shootout, some Michters on Michters action, M4M NSA encounters.

On one hand we have an old favorite which has been out of production for a few years: single barrel 10 year michters rye. On the other reach around we have a brand new upstart in the Michters limited release catalog: a barrel strength rye weighing in at 112.2 proof. TWO SPIRITS YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT DUKING IT OUT TO THE DEATH.

Pop a roggenbier and get your pussyface ready for today’s shootout

Basses, Michter's.  Papillons.  What else do you need in life?

Basses, Michter’s. Papillons. What else do you need in life?

Michter’s 10 year single barrel rye

This pours a radiant amber gemstone, it has a nice caramel darkness to the center and appears older than its stated age without any “black back label” chicanery muddying the waters.

The nose is bakers spice, cinnamon, floral in a hibiscus and pepper sort of way but exhibits a restrained fusel profile. It exudes fall but remains welcoming enough for warm weather swerve, pushing kids off their bikes, eating that summertime ass. Typical rye-based endeavors.

The taste is a smattering of allspice, apple fritter, light oakiness, clove, a touch of peppermint and red fruit to the finish. It is endlessly drinkable and I wish I had the means to make this my go to, but these bottles get scooped hard and clock in around $175 on secondary these days so, poverty tier Four Roses single barrel oesk picks will have to do.

It is phenomenal and better than Saz18 in my opinion, but I am sure vas deferens will shatter at even mentioning such a proposition.

no photo of the two bottles side by side? man fuck this website

no photo of the two bottles side by side? man fuck this website

Michters barrel strength rye

Before this was even released, spirits enthusiasts has achy nipples at the $80 price tag and bemoaned the rising cost of Michters products. The saber rattling of “WE DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE THIS IS SOURCED FROM” resounded through leaky basements and katana sword collections.

Big salty alligator tears rolled down stretch marked mantits and people already decided that SAOS and Willett single barrel picks were a better deal before even trying this shit. BOOHOO UNNAMED SOURCING AND NO AGE STATEMENT, I cant even enjoy it, who cares if it is delicious I HAVE ALL THESE REASONS.  I DONT CARE IF WILLIE PRATT GAVE ME AN HJ DIRECTLY OVER THE ORIGNAL STILL I NEED INFORMATION BEFORE THINGS TASTE GOOD.

"I might like this rye, hang on let me Google more information about it before I decide if it tastes good"

“I might like this rye, hang on let me Google more information about it before I decide if it tastes good”

So what’s the real deal?

This pours even darker than the single barrel rye and seems to have a more syrupy consistency to the legs. This is oddly dark for the “projected” 8 year age (BRUH ITS REALLY A 4 YEAR CASK WOODFORD RYE D00D I CAN TELL) and looks like some of those geriatric teenager rye offerings. Before you start blubbering about MGP sourcing, chill the fuck out, while Michter’s is cagey about identifying anything THE BOTTLE SAYS KENTUCKY, relax.  Get drunk.  Stop being an incendiary dipshit.

The nose is more aggressive than the single barrel and pushes an agenda replete with pencil shavings, red hot candies, raspberry tannins, gingerbread, and crushed leaves. It is unquestionably bolder but even with the 56% abv, it never becomes cloying or even hints at warranting water.

The mouthfeel is far superior to the single barrel and leads with a syrupy mint and coriander, the oak is more pronounced and it has less of a holiday feel to it, offering instead sheets of pepper and spice. To balance things our there is a bit of marshmellow and faint sweetness, like 4ROBSK/high ryed bourbons in a way.  It feels like a tamer version of THH, or a more ballsy Saz18, hitting an Aristotelian golden mean well warranting the cost of entry in my opinion.



So which one is the turbo badass?

The m10 rye is certainly the more refined and overall more enjoyable rye. It has balance and poise, it needs no coddling and is perfect to slam right before a PTA meeting.  Try them both, or just talk shit and buy SAOS instead, I don’t give a fuck what you do with your money.

I have no business reviewing whiskey of any sort.  I barely finished my community college air conditioner repair associates degree.


2014 William Larue Weller, The BTAC Wheater in the Two Seater

Alright fine, I can hear the preemptive bitching and moaning from the sugar water contingency already: “WE DONT WANT TO SEE THIS WE WANT THE NEW REVIEW OF PRAIRIE APPLE BRANDY NOIR GOD WHAT IS THIS DONTDRINKWHISKEYEYEYYEYE” and all those tired rejoinders. That’s fine, we will be back nutsack deep into describing the same old shit over and over, but these little respites and forays into firewater are for a small segment of DDB degenerates. Thanks in advance to WHYNOTZOIDBERG for sending me this elusive lil minx, bottles of this are currently clearing $400 in secondary markets so for a rounder I owe him like $30.77 in ZJ’s, by my math.

So what is this and why should you continue to not give a shit? It is a 140 proof wheated bourbon, named after a bottler who allegedly invented wheated bourbons. Every brand usually has some nuanced approach to naming it after some stilljockey from the past and Buffalo Trace decided to crown their most ridiculous wheated offering on the top of old WLW’s head. This is the most sought out bottle in the Buffalo Trace Antique Collection and it seems like no one even really opens these as it serves as a super strength Pappy alternative of sorts, except that this is far superior to the Pappy line in my opinion. BUT THIS IS A BEER SITE WHO GIVES A SHIT AMIRITE.



William Larue Weller, Buffalo Trace
140.2 proof (70.1% abv)

A: This doesn’t come across as dark as George T Stagg, but presents a radiant maple syrup aspect with tints like a dark apple juice. It looks deep amber and sheets the glass with the most massive of legs, deep squats, solid form.

S: I was bracing myself for some nose scorching like Stagg Jr, or ECBP but it never lit me up in that fashion. It never develops into a full burn on the nose and instead imparts a huge cinnamon, butterscoch, Skor Bar, nougat, and finishes with piles and piles of attic, saddle, and potpourri. It is intense and massive and if they sold this in aerosol cans, 8th graders would be taking whippits of this from underneath the bleachers. You roll back in to Algebra reeking of toffee and trying to learn how to multiply polynomials.



T: Right out of the glass: fuck no, my baby palate cannot drink this neat. I let it sit for 20 minutes to think about what it has done, just like all my bourbon parenting books has suggested and it still has learned zero lesson, doesn’t give a shit. Hot as Tennessee William’s nutsack. I don’t want to basic bitch myself into a Weller 107 with water so I apply an eye dropper to it and hit the sweet flavor zone, like deep concentrated Pappy 15 on sick gear getting mad swole. You get nutmeg, big red gum, this massive viscosity like floral Robitussin, and one of the longest finishes on a bourbon that I have ever tasted. It lingers like deadening novocaine and oak on the bitter zones. It is admittedly awesome and I can’t for the life of me understand why anyone would seek out any bottle of Van Winkle over this. It presents a blank palate for you to tweak to your profile preference without being some proofed down stepped on shit dictating what you can handle. DubbELLdubb is one of the finest bourbons I have ever had and dominates the EXXXTREME proofed range.

Posting a misguided bourbon review, dont care who sees.

Posting a misguided bourbon review, dont care who sees.

I would seek this out, but expect to offer up 6-7 solid brewery only releases for this $80 bottle that was distributed across America, expect the WLW to have a higher bottle count than any of the beers you may try to offer up. YOU KNOW THE RULES.

U kno the drill

U kno the drill


Hangar 24 Hammerhead, Bourbon and Whiskey Barrel Aged Barleywine, aged with real Hammerhead shark

I love Hangar 24 Barrel Roll releases. Pugachev’s Cobra was awesome, Humpty Bump was interesting, and this beer looks pretty damn good on paper: whiskey barrel, check; bourbon barrel, check; named after a bad ass shark (or aerial maneuver, equally bad ass), check. Let’s see if this bad boy can enter the ranks with the likes of Arctic Devil, Great and King Henry, or if it should just post up in obscurity.

Finally a beer that unites my two passions: sharks and blacksmithing.

Hammerhead Barleywine, Hangar 24, Barleywine Aged in Whiskey and Bourbon Barrels, 13.5% abv

A: This is much darker and deeper than I prefer my barleywines, but I am not hating, just tipping my bowler to a bully gambit. The carbonation pushes past all the hairmetal bouncers and delivers some quality head. Hammerhead even. The lacing is of particular note, but it might be a collaborative effort between this novelty glass. Redlands is pumping a lot of merch into my house these days.

At first I was worried about the whiskey aspect, but then it got all gentle and chill, things worked out nicely.

S: This is exceptional, you get a cinnamon, a nice oaky whiskey barrel note, a type of rum molasses note, with some vanilla and toffee rounding out the nose. I was expecting some heat from this, particularly after everyone’s complaints from Pugachev’s. I should note that I didn’t think the old Cobra was particularly hot, so maybe I just have a leniency for abrasive scorching alcohol notes. I also enjoy Darklord fresh so, take what I think with a grain of Everclear.

T: Confirmed, not overly hot. You heard it first. In fact, compared to Arctic Devil, this beer is downright amiable. There’s pats on the back administered and delicious oak handshakes being doled out left and right. The whiskey shows up first and imparts a very original note that is distinct from most bourbon barleywines that I am accustomed to. My initial impressions are that it has a limited scope of almost rye characteristics that shifts into a caramel and light dryness on the backend. This isn’t as robust as say, Sucaba or Arctic Devil, but it is easier to drink, despite the whiskey barrel stirring up the tastebud children with promises of Yu Gi Oh decks and Jack Daniels.

Riddle me this brewman, what is sweet yet mild and not the sequel to Tower Heist?

M: This is noteworthy for this style, for a BA barleywine this is not overly sweet and the malt profile impresses me at its Calista Flockhart thin, nimble finish. With most of these BA BW offerings, you get the sticky icky, but not the OOH WEEE. This is the latter, OOH WEE, while lacking in things to place in the air. It finishes crisp and clean, much in the way Pugachev’s Cobra finished much lighter than I expected. I talked with Mr. Savage, the head brewer at Hangar 24 and I was amazed at how effectively they treated their yeast. The efficiency is something that warrants a vicious applause and this beer is a perfect example thereto. I bet this started somewhere around 1.10 and finished in the low 1.020. BEER NERD ALERT: TL;DR thin mouthfeel, but well done.

D: If the above is to be believed, this is incredibly drinkable. The only speedbumps are the cantankerous whiskey notes and the oak slowing things down, but the slippery light finish and lack of real flamethrower alcohol finish makes this an incredible drink. In fact, this is just the beer to pound before you hop on your BMX and go to work, since this is essentially a DUI machine if you decide to merk these solo. Big yellow bottles, big ice buckets, the ABV too hard to be drinkin on a budget.

When I read the bottle and found out that this was over 13% abv, I was like-

Narrative: I was going to slap together something about a shark blacksmith but, well you try drinking an entire bottle of this and try writing something clever. THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. Fine, I can’t disappoint, here you go:

Irongill Forgetooth was unlike the rest of his Sphyrnidae clan. Sure, he shared the same animal instincts and interesting cranium, however, his deep penchant for tool fabrication made him stick out like a deviant dorsal fin amongst his peers. First, the problem of finding a sufficient kiln for embering his precious metallurgy attempts was not insbustantial. It wasn’t the heat from the underwater lava floes that bothered him, it was the loneliness of the depths. He was ill suited for deep ocean armor fabrication and his contemporaries strongly questioned the utility of underwater chain mail. One eye at a time he spied the surface and dreamed of all of the Phalanx that he could outfit, alas, the clanging of his coral mallet reminded him of the depths that he was relegated to inhabit. He knew that his skeleton would never fossilize and his teeth held a slim chance of carrying on his legacy. Instead he littered his underwater cover with powerful, yet elegant cuirasses and greaves. This alone would be his Spencerian legacy, not a mere set of teeth. It is not the bite that carries the legacy of time, but the subtle craftwork.