The Maker’s Mark distillery has a lot of Southern style – a charming house is the waiting area and you stand on a large front porch to the distillery to get the introduction. They were still polishing the huge copper stills when we arrived.
Enormous mash tubs that will make 400 barrels of whiskey each bubbled and frothed. We got to dip our fingers through the spongy top layer to taste the fermenting beer, which has a sweet, tangy flavor.
Maker’s Mark has over 400,000 barrels aging and they are building more warehouses to step up production with rising demand.
“No bourbon distiller has enough bourbon,” said our guide.
Because aging is such a key part of the flavor, different produces have different ideas on how to treat the barrels for maximum flavor. The warehouses look like big stacks of dusty barrels just sitting there, but inside the barrels, the liquid is heating up and getting pushed into the wood, then cooling down and retreating from the wood, flavoring and coloring the whiskey. Some distillers have temperature-controlled warehouses. Some mix barrels from the higher stacks, which get more heat, with barrels from the lower shelves to create the flavor profile. Some have even played with aging barrels on ships at sea. Maker’s Mark chooses to try to get all the barrels as close as possible to a similar flavor by rotating every barrel every three years, so that no barrel sits in the same place in the warehouse for its whole life.
The wax dipping actually is a tedious process. We watched the display dippers take the bottle, dip, and turn to get just the right drip. Our guide told us it goes faster in the main bottling building, where six dippers add wax to a seemingly impossible 23 bottles per minute.
The tour included a lot of what we had seen at other distilleries – just bigger. The sheer size of all the tanks and pipes is interesting.
And the bottling plant is a full-on factory. It reminded me of when Mister Roger’s Neighborhood would go visit some place like a marble factory to show how stuff is produced. Only this was way better than a marble factory. Lines of bottles blurred past as they filled up with whiskey, got capped, labeled, and bottled in seeming seconds as the conveyor line carried bottles down and boxes up. Nothing done by hand in this place.
Not even the tasting. For that, we got cards with a chip that we could put in a machine, pick our product, and it dispensed a tasting in our glass. Automated whiskey machines. That’s just lovely. They should sell those in the gift shop. Unfortunately, you have to pick just two of the many varieties they offer. I chose to finish out my tour with a high proofed Booker’s.
Now to put all this knowledge I gained at the distilleries to drinking more bourbon…