they seem to have updated the label from an old speed racer comic book cover to a blatant plagiarism of the Scottish lion. The bottle still looks like a cough syrup bottle. Flat and shouldered. We’ve learned from the past that a flat bottle shatters quite easily.
I let this air out in my tasting room for almost an hour prior to tasting and all I can smell is artificial cinnamon essence. Cinnamon hearts, fireball candy, big toes and big red chewing gum. Light young spirit comes out overtop the artificial cinnamon.
Overwhelming fake cinnamon takes the front and middle while fading into an actual whisky taste when the fake essence lifts. It tastes like a very young corn whisky actually. This is very oily stuff, sweet and theres some burnt crème brulee hiding in the palate, with, oooh, cayenne! This boasts heavy fake cinnamon and is riddled with cooked sugar notes. Its thick and has strong profiles of caramel, toffee, mc D’s honey sauce and a little vanilla extract. I taste no oak.
This is not good. It’s a shooter, if you wish, or maybe it can go into a coffee or a sauce for baked sticky buns. Ive heard of skiers heaving a handful of snow into their yap and then chugging as much of this as possible. I don’t hold their enthusiasm.
I do however have a recipe for a drink called an oatmeal cookie;
One part of each – fireball, jager, Irish cream liqueur and butterscotch schnapps. Mix briefly and consume quickly.