Kentucky Bourbon Trail: Four Roses Warehouse tour

It was around 10 am when we rolled into the Four Roses Cox's Creek Warehouse and Bottling facility. You stop at the guard house which is shaped like a large barrel. The guard comes out, you sign your name to the visitor register, they open the gate, and invite you to drive down to the gift shop. 

It's a nice drive. It's at the back of the property so you get to drive past a good number of their single story warehouses. By the time we got back to the stone house which houses the gift shop (we'd stopped/slowed down to take photos) our tour guide was outside waiting for us. Looking at my wife, he smiled "You must be Robin," he said. (I think he knew her name because we had scheduled a tour way back when they still required that.) We introduced ourselves. His name was Terry. We chatted a bit as Terry walked us over to the van that was going to drive us around the property. We got inside and he drove us to the first stop.

As we exited the van at the dumping and bottling building, he warned us that there are cattle roaming the property and to be sure we watched where we stepped since they often leave evidence of their visit. Reminded me of the pastures I snuck into as a child so I had no problem with that. 

Empty barrels waiting to be shipped off to Canada

When we got into the building, Terry gave us a brief run-down on the equipment that we were walking past. It was the barrel filling stations. As we walked across the room to the barrel dumping station (yes, they were in the same room) he explained how the tanker trucks bring in the new make and where things are unloaded. All I could think was that all that tasty bourbon goes through that one room twice. And I was standing in it! 

When we got to the dumping station Terry gave us a quick explanation of how they take out the bung, put in the breather and dump it in the trough in the floor. And then he did something amazing. He asked us if we wanted to try some from the barrel in front of us! Even though it was maybe 10:15 am, of course we said yes. He tipped the barrel and poured us each a quick sample and told us this was destined to become part of a batch of Four Roses Small Batch. I probably don't have to tell you, but I will anyway. Even though it was in a little plastic cup, that might have been the tastiest bourbon I'd ever had. The experience of tasting my favorite bourbon straight from the barrel? I'd have been happy if the tour had ended there.

Barrel with breather in it ready to be dumped. I tasted out of this barrel

But it didn't. We looked at the filtering system and then walked through a door and into the shipping area. We saw another filtering system for the yellow label and then entered the bottling area. 

I was shocked at just how small the bottling area was. We got to walk up to the line in various areas. Close enough to touch things, though that might have gotten us hurt and probably escorted off the premises. But in any case close enough to see exactly how everything worked. We said hi to a couple of the people putting the labels on and the guy running the capping machine. There were maybe 8 people in there. 

Bottle filling machine filling Yellow Label

After taking a bunch of photos, we went back the van and rode to one of the warehouses. Terry explained a lot to us while in there. Things like: Four Roses ages in single story warehouses to minimize temperature variations between the barrels at the top and bottom of the building. 

After the warehouses, the tour was over and it was back to the gift shop for a brief tasting and some shopping. I bought a signed bottle of a 17 year old Single Barrel (OSBV) and the new-to-the-shelves-that-morning 2012 Limited Small Batch. 

I loved this tour. I had a lot of good tour guides, but Terry might have been the best. Top two at least. He was awesome! The tour was also probably my favorite. But, if you are going to do it, make sure you go do the distillery tour first. This is the second chapter. 

New Stash Additions-no reviews

Just got back from a week in Kentucky, culminated by the Kentucky Bourbon Festival. I won't be talking about that. There will be a bunch of posts about that. About distillery tours and new bourbons...

Wait. I bought a bunch of new bourbons. That means I need to add them to the Stash. There will be tasting notes and talk about each in time. But until then here they are, each is either not available in Minnesota (or not carried near me), or has a special reason for me buying it: 

Ancient Ancient Age 10 year
Very Old Barton 86 proof
Very Old Barton 100 proof
1792 Ridgemont Reserve (selected by Liquor Barn)
Bowman Brothers Small Batch
Four Roses 2012 Limited Edition Small Batch  
Four Roses Single Barrel OBSV (17 year)
Four Roses Single Barrel OBSK (13 year)
Evan Williams 1783
Rittenhouse Rye 100 proof
Larceny
Old Pogue Master's Select
Willet Family Estate Single Barrel Rye 5 year
Maker's Mark (Hand dipped by my wife) 

I'm excited to get all of these. The 1792 that was hand-selected by Liquor Barn is (according to our tour guide) as close to a 1792 Single Barrel as you'll get so I need to buy a regular one to taste against. I think I want to buy an Old Fitzgerald to taste against the Larceny. I'll also need to get a Evan Williams Black to compare with the 1783 that I'd never had before. What's this mean for you...head to head reviews! I love reading them so I'm planning at least 7 different head to heads in the coming months with these new ones acting as the basis. I'm excited and hope you'll be on the look out for them.

Chai Tea Hot Toddy

I've got one heck of a sore throat due to a set of draining sinuses. I sure as heck hope that it is from an over abundunce of allergens this past weekend and not from the small, germ-infected-yet-oh-so-sweet-and-cute toddler of a niece of mine that I saw while experiencing the previously mentioned allergens. In any case, sore throats and cool weather make me think of one thing and one thing only. That's right, a hot toddy. Warmth makes the throat feel good, bourbon makes the body feel good. And it tastes good too. I make mine with Good Earth Chai Tea (decaf as I drink this before bed), Knob Creek Single Barrel, Savannah Bee Company's Tupelo Honey and lemon juice. You can use the brands you like.

Chai Tea Hot Toddy

Good Earth Chai Tea (Decaf), one tea bag
6 oz hot water (not quite boiling)
1 oz Savannah Bee Company's Tupelo Honey
1 oz Lemon Juice
2 oz Knob Creek Single Barrel Bourbon 

Make the tea as you normally would. Let it steep the length of time the manufacturer recommends.

Add lemon and honey. Stir. Might want to check the temp to make sure that it is below 173°F at this point before you add your bourbon.

Once it has cooled, add bourbon. (I use a high proof one to because I'm adding so much other liquid and flavor.)

Stir, sip and enjoy.

Two Empties and reviews of them.

People who know me well know that I am a geek. Not just with bourbon. No, not just with whiskey. No, not just in the computer sense. No...

Will you let me finish? Goodness. 

Ahem. Thank you.

I am a geek because I love knowing how things work. I have this immense curiosity that leads me to want to explore variables. It's one of the reasons I was good at that whole sciencey thing when I was studying astrophysics at the University of Minnesota. You know, before I got even more curious and dropped out to explore a bit more of life.

For the longest time, as a geek, I could use up all my curiosity in the pursuit of technology. Computers, the internet, learning to build web sites, learning to build computers, following the evolution of communities and socialization. But after a while I realized that I wasn't curious about that stuff anymore. I had followed it from toddler stages all the way to young adulthood and I had a pretty good idea of the person it was going to be. I was still it's friend, I liked it's company, but I just wasn't curious anymore.

I've baked practically since I was old enough to read the recipes. I loved the way that you could put all these pieces together, pop it into the oven and have something so different come out. Once I became interested in sprits, I found that while cooking was interesting, it was flavor that I was really curious about.

Flavor is amazing. Flavor curiosity is the reason I have 34-odd flavor infused vodkas in a small dark refrigerator in my office. Curiosity is the only reason that anyone would infuse vodka with black pepper. (Which, by the way, starts out sweet...then a nuclear bomb goes off in your mouth.)

Curiosity about flavor variables is also one of the reasons I love whiskey. From relatively minuscule number of ingredients an almost infinite number of flavor combinations are made. But, while the actual food-style ingredients are important, the process-ingredients are just as much so. The container, the temperature and the time. These are all things that cooks have known for a long time. A dark pan in an oven that runs hot burns baked goods, sometimes before they can even finish baking. The flavor is much different than that of a baked good in a glass pan baked at an even temperature for given time frame. In whiskey speak: a new barrel in a hot warehouse provides a much different flavor profile than a used barrel in a cool one. (That's not an exact analogy, but it's the best I can come up with right now.)

Variables. There are so may variables in whiskey. But the problem with most whiskies is that you get to taste all the different variable at once. Maybe you'll get one or two that have the same "recipe" but they were stored in different places for different times in. To top it off the people choosing the barrels were looking for different flavor profiles when they chose the barrels to go into the whiskies. Too many variables. 

Which is why this particular set of empties was so cool. It was the same juice. Aged for supposedly the same time. One batch in a new barrel, one in a used barrel. You really got to taste exactly what the effect of each variable was. This experiment was expensive. It ran about $100. But if there is one thing that I will consistently spend money on, it's my curiosity.

Now, since I said there would be a review, here are some tasting notes:

Woodford Reserve Master's Collection New Cask Rye:

Color: dark amber to golden brown

Nose: Initially I found Apple Jolly Ranchers, but after a little while it began to take on more of a earthy caramel scent

Taste: A sweet woodiness mixed with the grassy flavors of rye

Finish: Not much burn, a grainy funk that lasts a decent amount of time.

Woodford Reserve Master's Collection Aged Cask Rye:

Color: a light straw color

Nose: Honey, apples, sweet clover

Taste: Grassy and sweet, very grain forward

Finish: Short and sweet, low burn

And just because I was curious, for a while I took to mixing them 50-50: strong spearmint on the nose. Not generic mint, wintergreen or peppermint. Spearmint. Grassy grain on the tongue. Long warm finish with more grassy notes.

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Overall I liked this whiskey. I didn't care for the price. $100 is a lot for this, but the experience and the satiated curiosity were worth it, even if the whiskey was not. Based on this, if Woodford released a permanent rye in the price range of their original bourbon, I'd give it the occasional look.

Review: Bourbon—The Evolution of Kentucky Whiskey

Friday's post on the Chuck Cowdery blog featuring Sam Cecil reminded me of something: I've been meaning to post another book review here. In honor of that timely reminder, let's choose one by the late Mr. Cecil: Bourbon—The Evolution of Kentucky Whiskey

I bought this book as part of a book devouring frenzy that I had just after bourbon entered my consciousness as a substance worth reading about. I got it from Amazon.com. It cost about $15 at the time (Sept 2011). It's a little less than that as I type this. It's 292 pages long.

The first seven chapters are a nice history of bourbon. They cover topics from the early years of whiskey distilling in America, through Prohibition and beyond, The Whiskey Trust, Master Distillers, the KDA and coopering and warehousing. They are seven well researched and very informative chapters. Of course, it didn't hurt that Cecil spent over 40 years in the whiskey business from 1937-1980 working with T.W. Samuels, Heaven Hill, J.W. Dant and Maker's Mark. He knows his stuff, and it shows. 

Now the eighth chapter, well, that is where your opinion of this book will either be substantially raised or where you will leave off entirely. For me it was the former. You see, the eighth chapter is a 203 page county-by-county breakdown of every registered distillery in Kentucky, that there were records for, from the early 1800s onward. As I was unfamiliar with the layout of Kentucky's counties, I read this with a map in hand. I loved every minute of it.

I can see where someone without my unique love of history, geography, geology and bourbon might find this chapter a bit tedious. If you find that you are of that sort, the first 88 pages or so are still a wonderfully entertaining read. But even if you are that type, I'd skim over the last chapter. There are some very cool stories buried in there. 

I like this book a lot. I found the writing entertaining. I found the history fascinating. I loved the old ads and old photos. The amount of research that was done to bring this book to us is astounding. (The author admits right off the bat that he has stood on the shoulders of giants who did a lot of the research, but the organization and presentation of the information do not suffer in the least for that.) I learned a lot from this book and highly recommend it.

Whiskey is for Drinking

Lately, I've been trying to make room on the whiskey shelves. My stash has gotten too big. 

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It has gotten too big to hold more. Big difference. You see, I'll be in Bardstown, KY for the Kentucky Bourbon Festival in September. And I plan to bring home some things which aren't available here in Minnesota. Some will be special things. Some not so much. In any case, there will be a lot of them and I need the room. In an effort to develop a system for which would be on the ol' chopping block first, I came up with the system hinted at in previous posts. Namely FIFD. That's right: First In, First Drunk (or is it drank? eh...whatever).

Now as I was doing this inventory, I noticed something: the ones that had been on the shelf the longest were, for the most part, also the ones that cost the most or were the hardest to find. And that thought tickled something in the back of my brain. It took a little while for the tickle to congeal into something more concrete, but here it is:

I'm missing the point of whiskey. 

I didn't want to drink the whiskey on the shelf precisely because it was too expensive or too rare to "waste" on an ordinary occasion. In other words, I was paying (what for me is) a lot of money in order to open a bottle to the air and then not drink it. For some, this won't seem very strange so, please let me illustrate with a story. 

I used to watch grown men pay good money for toys and then not open them and not play with them (I may or may not have been among them). A friend of mine in college, who interned for Hasbro, used to complain about how much that pissed him off. He said good artists spent a lot of time designing and creating those toys precisely so children could play with them. A lot of pride was taken in the fact that their creations bring joy to the children of the world. Because, ultimately, that's what toys are for. The joy of playing. In his view, these guys were missing the point of toys. And even worse, they were keeping them out of the hands of those that did know the point of them. I immediately went home, opened all the "collectable" toys that I had and gave them to my daughter to play with. She was happy. She'd been eyeing them, so eventually it would have happened anyway. And you know what? It felt good.

I have an almost instinctive aversion to collecting these days. I'm afraid to let things become so precious to me that I lose perspective as to what is really important. In the case of whiskey, it offends me doubly. Much like a toy, whiskey is created to be enjoyed. Even if marketing later steps in to sell it for thousands of dollars, I doubt that was the intent of the spirit as it came off the still six, twelve, or even forty years ago.

As with many things, greed has corrupted something extremely simple. Whiskey is sensuous beauty in a glass. If you buy it only to look at it or to sell it later at a premium, you are not only missing the point, you are keeping it from those who would enjoy it as it was intended. In a glass, with friends or family. 

Art is for viewing. 

Whiskey is for drinking

Drink yours. Invite a few good friends to share it with you. And hey, if it's a precious one, remember that memories last even longer than whiskey.

No Evidence of Cancer

Some of you may already know that my wife has been undergoing chemotherapy due to ovarian cancer. Needless to say this has had our household a little more tense than normal. Chemo is over. She's had her first post-chemo CT scan and the results are back. She shows no evidence of cancer! 

If you picture me doing a bit of a happy dance right now, you'd be fairly accurate. 

When she was first diagnosed, I purchased a bottle of her favorite bourbon to put away so that we could crack it open at "a milestone of her choosing." Seems like this is it. I couldn't be happier to show off what I'm drinking tonight. It is the 2009 Four Roses Small Batch Mariage. I loved it before, I have a feeling it will taste even better tonight.

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I love that girl.