Ogilvie has the luxury of being able to custom order almost anything from his local liquor store. In these days of next-day delivery, the wait time for the New Riff Single Barrel will shock you.

Ogilvie’ quiet time; cosied in an armchair, reflecting on all that whisky has brought along. While he pines for a better scotch selection, he makes do with a tasty Baby Jane Bourbon to usher in the holidays.

Eallair’s second fascinating instalment of the history behind American Single Malt, to the backdrop of a special Straight Rye from Leopold Bros

Eallair embarks on an American odyssey. One bottle at a time, he'll take us through a history - and a state of the nation - on everything American Single Malt. Pt.1 kicks off today with a Golden Moon.

Upon pushing his exploration of what's available locally - Ogie has an epiphany of how he might compare bourbon and malt. Hopping down the rabbit hole with a Rabbit Hole (soz) he shares all.

In a very interesting flavour piece we discover the reason for seeing so little of Aengus recently, he returns to share the parallels between whisky and coffee while reviewing a Kings County Peated Rye.

In a breakaway move, the Dramface Colonials conspire at their water cooler, setting up their own splinter cell. Happily, it results in a virtual sipping session and collaborative review of this Baker’s 7 Bourbon.

Another cracking Ogilvie tale of whiskey folks from the South, and a little bottled-in-bond bourbon edyacashun woven in. Heaven Hill’s 7yo Kentucky Straight in the glass.

Usually a gentle type, the spectre of a bad experience from Ogilvie’s past rears its head to have him reaching for the warning klaxon. Do not buy this. A rare 2/10 on Dramface.

Shuffling through airports is a thing once more for Hamish. At travel retail, he dodges the aisles of Scotch and Irish dullness to plump for some bourbon exploration - in litre bottles.

Someone has to run a marathon in order for Aengus to finally discover a rye that he thinks will not only turn Broddy to look towards the devil’s grain, but Gregor too.

A middle-aged lawyer walks into a tattoo parlour… Not actually a joke set up, but actually how Ogilvie gets a great recent malt whisky recommendation.

The sales numbers for Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey are mind-blowing… but is this Travel Exclusive, Single Barrel, Barrel Proof as well?

Drawn by that comforting and familiar dumpy Balcones livery he loves, Ogilvie ends up buying something that he’d never have otherwise considered. In fact, something that can’t ever be considered whiskey.

Visiting his favourite semi-local distillery once more, Ogilvie finally has to address an issue we all recognise - fanboy syndrome. Follow along this this review of Old Line’s Moscatel Cask Finished American Single Malt

At 65.4% ABV this beast is asking to be doused with a firehose. Arthur goes all-out on testing the adding-water-at-home thing only to make a surprising discovery that’ll probably resonate with many of us.

A hail a dusty day! A store-find of an old age-stated Wild Turkey 101 at retail has Earie contemplating the age statement vs climate.

How long can we rely on the supply of good quality American oak casks?

Texas is hot. And so is their whiskey

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