Had to drive from DC to Boston and back over the last week and saved some time for bottle hunting...not a lot of bourbon content here, but here's what I found in two different stints of hunting in New Jersey.
-Ropiteau Freres Marc de Bourgogne, no age given, capacity noted as "4/5 quart," tax-stamped
-Suntory Japanese malt whiskey, squat bottle, no age listing, boxed, tax-stamped, bottle in mint condition because it's been in a box forever.
-Jacob's Well "84-month" from the late 90's "micro-bourbon start-and-stop.
-Four Roses Single Barrel, not the current label but from the current incarnation (woo hoo!)
-Emilio Lustau "Senor Lustau" Solera Gran Reserva Brandy de Jerez, first time I've seen this in a long while in the States, great stuff in the sweeter style
-1981 Graham's LBV port, in miniatures! (ha ha ha)
-Tanqueray Malacca gin, 1.75L, first time I've seen it in about six years (clearly an older bottle, and this isn't made any more)
-Ornellaia grappa, hasn't been brought into the USA in a long while, importer listed as Kobrand, which has been bought and sold a couple of times in the last five years, Italian tax-stamp (not normal for current grappa releases)
In Cambridge, MA:
-Sazerac 18yr rye, current release (there was a thread about this stash elsewhere)
And some newish releases:
-1976 Domaine Dupont Calvados for a verrry reasonable price.
-JC Cellars, Petite Sirah grappa; this is one of the new-fangled high-end wine producers in the Central Coast. I've never had a grappa made from Pet, but I've had grappa made from Ruche which is aromatically similar, so there's high hopes here.
-St George Spirits, California Gold, apparently 80-proof, 100% agave distillate from California, aged in wood to a deep anejo color and without added caramel, in a grappa-like, tall, thin 375mL bottle
So, not a lot of bourbon here, but some fodder for the spirits geeks anyway. I look forward in particular to tasting the marc and Suntory (and of course, the legendary FRSB!).


I recall once being given some overproof farm- produced marc at a dinner in the far north of France organised by a local beer club (Les Amis de la Biere) I used to belong to. The dinner was in a small town not far from the Belgian frontier in a lovely old 19th century house with a large high-grown garden in the back. I still recall the taste, in this case, with pleasure, the high proof helped but also as you said, it was the perfect digestif. We left at pitch black midnight by car - a big Volvo with wipers on the headlamps - one of our party had consumed less than the others and did the driving - and arrived safe in Lille an hour later, gliding along modernist "autoroutes" lit by ghostly purplish arc lamps or whatever those are called after leaving the narrow tracks of Flanders Fields. Once off engineered post-modern highways we were back in semi-medieval France, in this case its urban manifestation, still powered (I was, anyway) by fine "bieres de garde" and the old southern marc. At last we made the hotel, built in a former cloister, and to blessed sleep. An indelible experience.