So I have become a beggar meandering from friends house to parent’s pantry searching for any dram to have. And foraging of the pantry resulted in the staple common to probably every bar is Canadian Club.
When a childhood friend ordered a whiskey and coke, they weren’t taking a top shelf bottle. The goal of a whisky & Coke is really just to get a little kick to your Coke and Canadian Club fulfills the need.
Much like everything. Everything has its place and just because you’re the bottom rail doesn’t mean you can’t join the party.
So I drink into this tasting with the same open spirit as I do the more exalted expressions. And here you go, it’s simple. The the nose it has a story, roasted caramel. The closer you get to the nosing the more the youth and alcohol affronts the senses. This expressions is a candidate for a drop of water. By definition whisky is stored for a minimum of 3 years. The relative youth is in evidence, not having time to smooth over the more harsh elements.
There is a smooth burn on the palate and down the throat but it cancels out the more subtle notes that haven’t had time to develop in the barrel. This leads me to realize that this is why it is considered a mixing whisky, you’re not really going for the taste, you’re going for the burn and quite frankly the affordability makes sense and is attractive.
The palate has a heavy ex-bourbon presence that leads little room for the light caramel and vanilla notes to grab hold and compete against the predominant burn. The mouthfeel is really a simple affair, assertive and straight forward, eliciting very little surprise. The finish is short and doesn’t surprise or add any extra value.
All in all it doesn’t try be something it’s not, so no big surprises or reveals but it is as advertised. So there is a place for this expression and different ways to enjoy it.