This description did not convince me but when I read the shelf label I laughed out loud. The label said, "An infinite mixer...Drink it any damn way you please". I'm not sure how drinkers choose their product but if something makes me laugh, it's coming home with me!
First my husband was shocked because I'm such a non-drinker I've been accused of being the poster child for Prohibition. It made me laugh. I wrote the slogan on the very bag I carried it home in.
It's sad when your sick humor makes you buy whiskey.
I smelled it...mild, not a slap in your face whiskey. I tried two drops in the lid....mild but not overbearing. I mix a drink...a small amount that Hubby claimed wasn't even a jigger. I replied, "Drink it any damn way you please!" I added Dr Pepper since that is one of my drinks of choice, settled on the couch and tried to become a drinker.
It tasted like shit! (Pardon me) I thought, Okay, maybe if you eat some bread it will taste better. Nope!
I tried to pawn it off on Hubby. He said he couldn't drink it because he just took his medicine.
I can't waste anything...I mean anything...it's like setting fire to money. So I offered it to Bonnie, Hubby's pup.
I may be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a pup!
The bottle shall stand in my kitchen with it's wonderful label and still make me smile when I go by...or maybe I will try it in sweet tea. When I get a sore throat surely I can choke down a spoonful with honey and that will give it a medicinal purpose.
I can no longer be called a (tea) teetotaler...I got whiskey!