I don’t know what it is about Canadian whisky, but it immediately tastes like all things Canadian to me – maple cookies, syrup, and hockey. It’s friendly, familiar, and wintry.
The Wild Turkey was more of a wild card. The sweet bourbon and spicy rye kissed in the glass and then kissed me, and we were all happy. This one reminded me of autumn and a day tromping through fallen leaves. In red rain boots.
What I knew: Canadian blend, aged 8 years, 80 proof
What I learned: This one smelled like maple candy right off the bat. I don’t know if that’s playing stereotypes, but it really did. It had a clean, clear taste that didn’t linger long. And a nice dose of cinnamon and nutmeg. It also reminded me of sweet potatoes. It didn’t taste like sweet potatoes, but it made me want sweet potatoes. The thing is, it was soft and sweet but had this tinge at the end, a little sour aftertaste. Not sure why – I felt like things were going pretty well, but don’t think we ended on the best of terms.
What I knew: Blend of bourbon and rye straight whiskies, 91 proof
This is a full, rich whiskey that lingers. It drops through the layers of sweet, spice, wood, and citrus. And that citrus is like a candied orange. The flavor deepens as you drink it. I was in a few sips and just got hit by another wave of flavors. I didn’t want to leave it. I could have ended it with one long gulp, but I wanted to hang on for another sip. Just one date and by the end we were already very comfortable with one another. Would we, should we, have gone home together? I have a feeling we will meet again.