“As bourbon ages, a portion of the liquid is lost from the barrel due to evaporation—that’s the “Angel’s Share.” After aging, when the bourbon is dumped out of the barrel, a certain amount of whiskey is left trapped within the wood of every barrel. We call that the “devil’s cut.”
After seeing this one for, I don’t know how long, I’ve finally decided to pick one up at the liquor store. Well, I was actually gonna pick up a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, but I could feel this one eyeballing me. I heard it too, it said “Hey Boozy, I’ve been waiting here all this time, and you still haven’t got the nerve to try me out.” I didn’t like the tone of voice he was using, but he was speaking the truth. It was time, I said sorry to my friend Jack, and picked up a bottle of the Devil’s Cut.
Just a drive down the road, back to my apartment and I poured myself a glass. I couldn’t really taste the spirit on the first try. So, I took a second sip, a little better. On the third one, I could taste the flavor. Not sure on this one, but the night is still young, and I have a whole bottle next to me. I can see where this night is headed. Right here in front of my computer, nothing but boxer’s on and a bottle of Bourbon.
The more I tasted it, the more I could sense the vanilla notes. And it does get smoother, but that could just be the buzz kicking in. As the flavor of the oak wood barrel lingers on in the back of my tongue, I can hear a party going on. Old Scratch told me to put on some tunes. He was supplying the booze, so the least a guy can do is play some music for his party.I’d tell you the set list, but that’s a story for another day. Plus, I’m trying to talk about whiskey here.
The deeper I dive in, I can see why Old Nick kept this one to himself for so long. The first shot is a good eye opener, but it does calm down after a while. And, I can’t taste the vanilla notes anymore. They just disappeared into thin air, and at this moment I can’t seem, for the life of me, remember how vanilla tastes. it’s kind of strange. I could be tasting the vanilla notes, but just not be able to realize that I’m tasting them. But then again this Bourbon isn’t about the vanilla notes. Or is it?
Well I did get sidetracked quite a bit here, but it happens. Trying to figure out the true essence in a bottle of hooch, is a tiring job, but that’s what I’m here for.
I took a swig out of the bottle, and it hit me like a punch from Iron Mike, woke me up too. This drink can be harsh, but with a little cooling down to just the right temperature, it can be pretty good. I won’t be trading in my bottle of Jack anytime soon, but it might be worth your while.