Notes

I have no idea what this is

Tasty scotch but doesn’t blow me away

Pretty scotchy but not that scotchy I guess

'Twas the night of the eleventh tasting, I sat holding my glass, thinking about yesterdays whiskey and feeling a bit crass. The first few whiffs, a delight to behold, Maple syrup, perhaps cherry, a tale to be told. But as I sipped slowly, with great expectation, The taste didn’t match up, what a consternation. For the smell was enticing, a heavenly brew, Yet the flavor was average, making my Christmas blue. A Tennessee whiskey, with charm in the nose, But the taste left me pondering, just how it goes. So here’s to the bottle, though not quite the best, May tomorrow whiskey be better, and hopefully I have a good guess.

Real nice drink. Smooth and sweet finish

'Twas the night of the tenth tasting, in a room softly lit, A glass of whiskey, waiting where I decided to sit. The nose was elusive, not much did it show, Just a wisp of light smoke, in the faint evening glow. A sip on my tongue, I channeled Ron’s cheer, "Scotch scotch scotchy scotch," but love wasn't near. Mellow and smooth, for a scotch it was tame, I'd drink down a glass or two, though not with much acclaim. It danced on my palate, with a decent embrace, But it wouldn't be winning the top of my taste. Yet there in the quiet, with night closing in, A sip of this scotch made for a restful evening in.

Light, floral, delicious dram. Is it Japanese or am I just overthinking it. Either way, I am enjoying it. Love this advent calendar!!

Kind of tastes like grass and dew. Not my thing.

Gotta be a scotch or I'm a bigger moron than she says I am. We both like this one, Sam exclaimed 'oh god, do I like scotch now?!?' (though she denies it, in her heart she does, she'll come around)

Fruity and delicious. Another good one

'Twas the night of the ninth tasting, and all through the air, Sweet caramel and toffee scents lingered with care. I swirled the glass gently, anticipation to sip, As the amber gold shimmered on the edge of its lip. The first taste was deep, a bold, hearty embrace, Its strength held a warmth, like a firelit space. But just as it roared, it softened somehow, Mellow and smooth, like a comforting vow. A finish so lovely, it lingered, then fled, Leaving echoes of flavor that danced in my head. With a nod of approval, I set down my cup, And whispered to whiskey, "You’ve filled my soul up."

Hanging out in Denver for a bit which is cool, but this whiskey is just so so. Not getting a lot here. A little watery so kept it neat.

Having trouble with this one, not my space jam

Incredibly easy drink. Very enjoyable

Tough one. Leaning scotch but I am totally unsure of what this is. What I am sure of is that this is not for me. I offered a sip to my dog but he turned it up in lieu of whatever unspeakable thing he was eating.

Dear Scotch, We have to stop meeting like this. You and your high proofs make me think you're leading me on and as soon as I give you my heart, you're going to go back to your low proof ways. I just don't want to get hurt.

'Twas the night of the eighth tasting, and in my glass clear, A dram sat before me, both puzzling and dear. It smelled like a Scotch, with its essence refined, Yet doubts lingered softly in the back of my mind. A sweetness arose, like a candied delight, But its name evaded me, try as I might. Its flavor was rich, its warmth held me close, A comforting riddle in this amber dose. Though it whispered of Scotland with a Highlander’s croon, I sensed I would find out my guess was wrong again soon. So I'll savor this puzzle, let its mysteries unfold, For each sip of whiskey is a story about to be told.

This one is fantastic. I will buy this one for sure. Nice a fruity with a great burn on the end.

Cherry, pepper, woodsy, natural tones. Easy drinking. Love it following all of those high proof options. Enjoying this one at a Panthers v Eagles game. Go Panthers!!!!

The first sip was the best one. The rest were good, but not as good as my first.

I'm an easy date for a high proof, but even this one might be too much for me.

🍏🍎🍏🍎🍏🍎🍏 Feels like I'm going apple picking.

We both like this one. High enough proof to make me lose vision in one eye for a few seconds (and I liked it). Is it bourbon, is it other? No. Idea. Would buy.

'Twas the night of the seventh tasting, the glass in my hand, The whiskey lay quiet, its flavors unplanned. Not much on the nose, but a hint to unveil, A whisper of vanilla, so sweet and so pale. The sweetest thus far, of the bottles we've tried, Its secrets lay hidden, like stars that won’t guide. My last guesses floundered, adrift in the mist, So tonight, I'll keep quiet—no name will I list. A sip is a story, a guess just a game, But the journey's the joy, not the spirit's name. So here's to the night, to the dram and delight, Merry tasting to all, and to all a good night!