The Next Taste 63
"Peanut Butter Whiskey Review" Jeff Schwartz
Whiskey Consultant & Barrel Geek
The earliest food I can remember ever
enjoying was peanut butter. I used to drive Mom crazy. She’d make me various sandwiches and I’d sometimes come home with them uneaten. Egg salad, bologna, turkey, whatever… but peanut butter and jelly sandwich was a guaranteed hit and, in my opinion, da bomb.
Wandering around a liquor store earlier this
butter whiskey. It was an accidental discovery. I was at a birthday party for a cousin of Mrs. Whiskeyfellow. They had Skrewball there. I had seen Skrewball but never tasted it because, well, it was flavored whiskey. But I took a sip, and then fell in love. I bought a bottle the very next day.
year, I found a shooter of Revel Stoke Peanut Butter Whisky (spelled that way because it is [cough, cough] Canadian). Back in Denver a little over a month ago, I found another shooter by 99 Brand that was peanut butter flavored. Then, when visiting a local distillery called Stable Rock in Jefferson, Wisconsin, I saw its peanut butter whiskey that was formerly an 80° MGP single barrel pick. Not needing another peanut butter whiskey but wanting to support a local distiller, I grabbed a bottle. It was $35.00.
Yeah, I know, what kind of serious
Here I am, with five bottles of peanut butter
About two years ago I discovered peanut
whiskey drinker falls in love with peanut butter whiskey? Here I am, raising my hand high!
Skrewball was expensive as far as
flavored whiskeys go. Most of them seem to be under an Andy Jackson in cost, yet here was Skrewball setting me back over $25.00! So, I went to try something less expensive and found Sheep Dog. That one was about $18.00 or so, and I took a bottle of it home. It wasn’t nearly as good as the Skrewball, but I still liked it. Mrs. Whiskeyfellow thought it was awful (and she likes Skrewball).,
whiskey, all from different sources, and the idea struck me: Why don’t I have a peanut butter whiskey showdown? To be completely fair, I had to do this one blind. I asked Mrs. Whiskeyfellow to pour them each into a glass, out of my sight, and note which whiskey went in which glass. She then brought the glasses out to me and asked me to taste them, rank them, and then guess which was which before she’d reveal the results. Since I’d never tasted three of the five, this was relatively fair.
