We sat next to the raging fire,
watched the embers spiral up,
smoking and joking,
we drank Mr. Jefferson,
talked ****,
drunken like sailors.
The rabbits were nearby,
caged, waitin' for their dedication
to the survival-gods.
The growling of the big cat
was an eye-opener,
felt rather creepy.
But sometime in
the middle of the night,
there was a visitation.
The long-eared mammals
would not make the
gutting-presentation,
the owls go to them first.
I woke up with cotton-mouth,
thirsty as hell,
studied the print patterns
that circled our camp.
It was a huge panther for sure.
Paul woke up
a spell past noon,
thirsty too.
Who knew
we'd lose our meal
to some flying tigers
& whiskey.
McLain & Kyne, the company responsible for creating and bottling Jefferson's Reserve, believe that bourbon is the true spirit of America. They embrace this philosophy by utilizing indigenous grains (corn, malted barley, and rye) and the clean, crisp limestone water of Kentucky to produce their quality whiskies.
On the nose, Jefferson's Reserve exhibits sweet aromas of peach, vanilla, raisin, and butterscotch. Full-bodied with a smooth, velvety texture, this bourbon displays complex notes of dates, blackberry, and orange complemented by caramel, toffee, and oak. The finish is warm and lingering, with reemerging notes of vanilla and raisin.