Bushmills Irish Whiskey
14/09/06 11:51 ReviewsReviews
Today we are reviewing a
very special product:
Busmills Irish Whiskey 750ml
I was expecting a lot from this Irish Whiskey. I was expecting the luck of the Irish in liquid form, and then I realized that the Irish had a potato famine, were invaded by the British, and basically have led a depressed existence all the while being beaten up by the Church. Who knew what was about to unfold.
I must admit that I set the mood before I got to tasting this amber eyed beauty. I set the jukebox up with The Pogues, The Dubliners, Johnny Cash (in case I needed him) and some U2. I also set the bottle on my kitchen table and threw down a bag of kitty litter just in case things got ugly.
Breaking the seal of the bottle, I felt at ease with what was before me, and a generous pour into my highball glass unleashed a cacophony of aromas. I could catch a slight scent of apricot as I wafted the Whiskey.
My first impression as it hit my parched throat was "I have arrived." This stuff tastes good and is very smooth which should be expected seeing that it is a blend. It has a very clean finish. My second Whiskey brought more of the same feelings of well being and happiness.
Pouring the Whiskey over ice yielded a beautiful display of the medium bodied spirit embracing the ice and swirling into a blend of perfect balance and perfect taste.
I actually felt sad as I finished my third drink. Saying goodbye to a Bushmills over ice is a very sad thing. The only thing that can cheer you up is the pouring of another, and another, and another which leads me to my favourite aspect of this wonderful spirit.
The Irish tend to be thought of as poets and affable characters. After 6 drinks not only did I feel like a poet, I felt like the happiest man on the face of the earth. Looking into a mirror one can not help but think "Pour yourself another drink you Prince. You deserve it!" A couple of wallops later and you feel like singing like a little leprechaun whilst crying about the oppression you have received from the Brits. Everybody has a little monkey inside of them caged up. A half bottle of Bushmills not only rattles the cage, it lets the little devil out to fling poo at whoever may be in its way.
After finishing the fist 3/4 of the bottle something a little strange happened. I felt like blowing something up or getting in a fight. I chugged the last 1/4, left the house, and set out on a journey for God knows what. I walked up to a guy who I swear looked like a Brit and belted him right in the lip. As he proceeded to call me a "Puto and Pendeho" only then did I realize that he was a Catholic Mexican. He did not accept my apology very well so I offered him a drink the local bar. He declined.
Remember how I mentioned that Bushmills makes you feel like an Irish Poet? Well, after finishing a bottle you turn into less of a poet and a whole more of a prick. I swear I wanted to say something like "I am sorry for offending you. Please accept my apology." Instead something came out that was along the lines of "I will cut open your belly and blow up your car you maggot." This is the point where things started to get a bit hazy.
I woke up in the drunk tank with a black eye and a fat lip. My knuckles were bleeding, not because I punched somebody out but because I scraped them as I fell to the ground when that overly sensitive Mexican I offended decided to kick the monkey crap out of me.
Since then I have had a strange buzzing sound in my ear and a longing to read the obituary section of the newspaper.
Overall score:
Taste: *****
Mixability: *
Strength: *****
Ability to get you in a fight: *****
Overall Conclusion:
Bushmill's Irish Whiskey is bar far one of the best products I have ever had the fortune of tasting. It is delicious neat or over ice. It is the ideal product for those days and nights when you want to drink alone and feel a little depressed. Care should be given if you like to interact with other people while in an inebriated state due to the fact that the Whiskey makes you say things that you don't mean like "I can beat down anyone in this bar. You look at me like that again and I will rip out your eyes with my toe! Let's go streaking!" The headache you get the next morning is usually not that bad, at least compared to the black eye, bloody knuckles, and Mexican Cowboy boot impression on your ribs.
Busmills Irish Whiskey 750ml
I was expecting a lot from this Irish Whiskey. I was expecting the luck of the Irish in liquid form, and then I realized that the Irish had a potato famine, were invaded by the British, and basically have led a depressed existence all the while being beaten up by the Church. Who knew what was about to unfold.
I must admit that I set the mood before I got to tasting this amber eyed beauty. I set the jukebox up with The Pogues, The Dubliners, Johnny Cash (in case I needed him) and some U2. I also set the bottle on my kitchen table and threw down a bag of kitty litter just in case things got ugly.
Breaking the seal of the bottle, I felt at ease with what was before me, and a generous pour into my highball glass unleashed a cacophony of aromas. I could catch a slight scent of apricot as I wafted the Whiskey.
My first impression as it hit my parched throat was "I have arrived." This stuff tastes good and is very smooth which should be expected seeing that it is a blend. It has a very clean finish. My second Whiskey brought more of the same feelings of well being and happiness.
Pouring the Whiskey over ice yielded a beautiful display of the medium bodied spirit embracing the ice and swirling into a blend of perfect balance and perfect taste.
I actually felt sad as I finished my third drink. Saying goodbye to a Bushmills over ice is a very sad thing. The only thing that can cheer you up is the pouring of another, and another, and another which leads me to my favourite aspect of this wonderful spirit.
The Irish tend to be thought of as poets and affable characters. After 6 drinks not only did I feel like a poet, I felt like the happiest man on the face of the earth. Looking into a mirror one can not help but think "Pour yourself another drink you Prince. You deserve it!" A couple of wallops later and you feel like singing like a little leprechaun whilst crying about the oppression you have received from the Brits. Everybody has a little monkey inside of them caged up. A half bottle of Bushmills not only rattles the cage, it lets the little devil out to fling poo at whoever may be in its way.
After finishing the fist 3/4 of the bottle something a little strange happened. I felt like blowing something up or getting in a fight. I chugged the last 1/4, left the house, and set out on a journey for God knows what. I walked up to a guy who I swear looked like a Brit and belted him right in the lip. As he proceeded to call me a "Puto and Pendeho" only then did I realize that he was a Catholic Mexican. He did not accept my apology very well so I offered him a drink the local bar. He declined.
Remember how I mentioned that Bushmills makes you feel like an Irish Poet? Well, after finishing a bottle you turn into less of a poet and a whole more of a prick. I swear I wanted to say something like "I am sorry for offending you. Please accept my apology." Instead something came out that was along the lines of "I will cut open your belly and blow up your car you maggot." This is the point where things started to get a bit hazy.
I woke up in the drunk tank with a black eye and a fat lip. My knuckles were bleeding, not because I punched somebody out but because I scraped them as I fell to the ground when that overly sensitive Mexican I offended decided to kick the monkey crap out of me.
Since then I have had a strange buzzing sound in my ear and a longing to read the obituary section of the newspaper.
Overall score:
Taste: *****
Mixability: *
Strength: *****
Ability to get you in a fight: *****
Overall Conclusion:
Bushmill's Irish Whiskey is bar far one of the best products I have ever had the fortune of tasting. It is delicious neat or over ice. It is the ideal product for those days and nights when you want to drink alone and feel a little depressed. Care should be given if you like to interact with other people while in an inebriated state due to the fact that the Whiskey makes you say things that you don't mean like "I can beat down anyone in this bar. You look at me like that again and I will rip out your eyes with my toe! Let's go streaking!" The headache you get the next morning is usually not that bad, at least compared to the black eye, bloody knuckles, and Mexican Cowboy boot impression on your ribs.