Wild Turkey Rare Breed really is yummy, and it reminds me of a good story. The first time a good friend of mine got drunk was when I bought him a bottle of WTRB for his 19th birthday and he insisted on going tit-for-tat with me. I was drinking MM and he was drinking the WTRB and didn’t seem to realize the proof differential. He was a really skinny kid (no fat, no muscle) but we were blazing through the liquor so by the time all was said and done we’d each gone through a liter of our respective liquors in half an hour.
He spent most of the rest of the evening quickly learning how to cope with being that intoxicated and - much to my delight - held out on vomiting for another two hours. What a champ.
I, on the other hand, quickly degenerated into a further state of intoxication by not knowing when to stop and by the time the night was over all mirrors had been removed from the walls (leading to an accusation of me doing coke in every room of the house by my mom - hey, what can I say? She was out of town and her house is the best party house I know of), I had punched numerous pans and kitchen appliances in an act of defiance, headbutted my friend in the crotch proclaiming “Nuts, nuts, I want your nuts!”, assumed his middle name as my first name, headbutted a wall, attempted to play guitar very badly, and then was forced to crash on my futon while people took shifts watching over me. I also was completely unable to stop speaking in a British accent for about half an hour.
Two couples were formed that night and my friend, God bless him, only vomited once and didn’t get alcohol poisoning.
I realize this is a digression but I simply cannot think of a better recommendation for Wild Turkey than this. He refuses to drink anything but now.
Also, Woodford Reserve is good, but not that good. I think it gets a lot of credibility for being a “boutique” type liquor. Whatever. Kentucky Spirit is yummy but eh. I only drink Islay scotches so I like my bourbons more in that vein - though MM certainly is the smoothest taste ever.
Sorry to turn this into a “omgwtf drinking stories!” thread for a moment but it’s the best recommendation I can give for Wild Turkey. Never met anyone who took it on the chin like that before and kept on tickin’ only to choose the liquor that got ‘em face down in the law as their liquor o’ preference.
I’m glad to know Hunter S Thompson was a racist who flew a confederate flag on the back of his convertibles. ;) If we want to talk about image over taste then I most definitely assure you that the Belgians take the cake - they might as well be the most redneckinist sons-of-bitches to ever walk the face of the Earth since some of their liquors taste like dirt because, quite literally, they allow the dirt and the dust to cake up on/in the barrels so that it absorbs the flavors. If we’re going by, you know, image instead of taste.