I purchased this last night for $32.99. For the first time tonight, I tried Evan William Single Barrel, 1997 and it was horrible.
Now, my feelings could change on this, I know. As an example, I said Wild Turkey Tribute wasn't very good and then I turned out to love it. So, yes, my feelings could change. However, will it do a 180? Doubt it. Maybe I'll go from hating it to not minding or liking it somewhat but not the point of love.
Okay, I'm not one of those tasting geeks that's going to break down flavor in a bourbon, i.e., the first sip rolls atop my tongue like a sparrow sauntering in the restless wind, and with a stiff swallow the flavors of orange zest on a summer's eve accompanied by tanglewood wrapped in English leather just off the shore of a Brazilian monclave in late July with a whisper of wind enchanting the silk finish...etc. No, I'm not one of those. And, you know what, bully for you if you are. I give you credit for doing so. But here, I will give my weak rendition of the flavor that ever so subtly tinkled on my tongue (that's right, tinkled not thingled): A very weak flavor did arise after the initial dull taste of stagnant water, it was that of a fresh pile of dirt being pushed in a wheel barrow gently falling as it goes, onto my tongue. What followed was a weak spattering of alcohol, followed by a total hollowness, like sucking on a piece of parchment paper and expecting great flavor to explode on my pallate.
Dang, this stuff is just horrible. I seriously do not want to revisit it but, alas, I probably will once all other bottle are depleted. Oh well, such is life in the wallet of a modern day, blue collar every man.
The other Mark Brown