As James Joyce undoubtedly once said, "Where do I begin?"
The beginning is often a good place, but I wasn't really planning to post any of this, at least not until I saw Chuck C. recommend "airing out" Virginia Gentleman for 15 minutes to eliminate some strange odor that Bobby C had detected. (I'll comment on that exchange another time. Right now I'm a little shaken by a post that refers to both anti-freeze and strange-tasting bourbon.) Now I'm wondering whether the airing out phenomenon accounts for an unsettling (at $50+ a bottle, damn right it was unsettling) experience I had last night with Blanton's.
I'll skip over how long I examined and fondled the goods at each stage of the unpacking. Let's just say I wanted to be sure I got my money's worth.
With the cork finally extracted, suddenly I was unsure of the next step. Should I sneak a little sniff right from the bottle, take a sip in the same manner, pour a little into my straight-sided whiskey glass, or do likewise with my snifter?
I decided to pour about an ounce into the whiskey glass for sniffing (I can't make myself say "nosing" yet -- the color brown has some association there) and sipping, after which I would transfer the remainder into the snifter for serious sniffing. (The mysterious raspberry that I detected in JD Single Barrel, only when it was in the snifter, still weighed on my mind.)
My first sniff at a distance was a disappointment. The aroma was interesting and pleasant, but I couldn't identify any of its components. Other whiskies have smelled as good or better.
The first sip was similar. "I paid over 50 bucks for this?" went through my mind. On the positive side I did notice a cognac-like feel and the total absence of burn or any form of harshness, from tip of tongue to bottom of tummy.
Sensing that maybe I'd made a mistake with this purchase, I poured what was left in the whiskey glass into the snifter. I took a gentle sniff at a distance. "What IS that odor [not "aroma"]", I thought to myself. A deeper sniff brought it into perspective... I have to pause here for an aside before I continue.
{I thought some terrible thoughts about everyone who had raved about Blanton's, just as you may think terrible thoughts about me for what I am about to say. However, rest assured that all was, or will be, well at the end.}
The odor in question was either Windex or Dow Bathroom Cleaner. "Can't be!!", I thought; "It is!!", I blurted aloud after my next sniff. "WTF is going on here? Bad bottle? Yeah, that's it; it must be. No, wait a minute; how unlikely is that? I just happen to get the only bad bottle of Blanton's ever sold? I'd better take a sip and see if the taste has changed as the aroma has. Nope. Still tastes like it did in the other glass."
Crestfallen as I was, I gently sipped the rest of the bourbon from the snifter, trying to avoid inhaling as I did so. I began to wonder whether there was dishwashing detergent residue in the glass. I had used a tiny bit the last time I washed it, but I knew I had rinsed it thoroughly and dried it carefully on a fresh dish towel.
I washed it again. After I dried it, I stuck my nose into it as far as it would go and inhaled deeply. No Windex odor was present, but I could smell a vague mustiness. I sniffed a couple of water glasses from the cupboard. No mustiness there.
"OK it's the snifter's fault", I thought. "I don't know how, but that's the most likely answer".
I returned to my chair and poured another ounce into the whiskey glass. I was literally afraid to taste it again, fearing the result. It sat there for, oh, maybe 15 minutes. I took a sip.
"Hey, this stuff is tasting better. What was that anyway? Mom's apple pie? Oh, I get it! It was brown sugar with a hint of cinnamon, and just a bit of something tart underneath, like apple. Where the hell did that come from? Those are certainly not ingredients of any common household cleaners; that's for sure."
Then I inhaled deeply. Nothing but more apple pie. I finally started to believe that Blanton's would bring me enjoyment.
I started reading a book, pausing occasionally to sip. Then a remarkable thing happened. I caught myself taking a sip and just barely being conscious of it. On one level I suppose that's a bad thing, but it's something I've never done with any other whiskey. No matter how much I _say_ I like a certain whiskey, I'm always a little apprehensive that it will hurt at some point between lips and tummy. With Blanton's, that apprehension quietly disappeared.
By the time I finished drinking the second glass it was time to go to bed.
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Questions:
1. Did I really smell a Windex-like odor?
2. If so, did it dissipate from the second glass during the 15 minutes I stalled?
3. If bourbon can change that much, that quickly, how stable can it possibly be after air enters the bottle?
4. Does bourbon have a shelf-life limitation after the bottle is opened?
5. Can glassware become tainted?
Yours truly,
Dave Morefield
Retiree, Musician, Dog-Lover, Whiskey-Drinker


