George T. Stagg

Boy, so where to begin? I really love this stuff. I use it to erase a bad day at work or a fight with the old lady. It’s unfiltered and there’s charcoal sediment floating at the bottom of the bottle. The perticular bottle I have is from 2006 (Hazmat III – read more about this here) it’s a whopping 140.6 proof/70.3% ABV! (NOT the one pictured below.) It is rugged to say the least.

When I first tried it I poured a tiny bit in my sniffy glass and let it sit for a few. I came by to swig it and the smell was crazy, had me coughing and stuff. It really is warming, and it’s sort of sweet/cinnamon-ish tasting before I was bombarded with oaky oakness (YUM!). The whole experience is very syrupy. It’s very dark and I’d like to believe it’s thicker, I dunno it’s just very darth vader “don’t play around” drink.

My brother came over and I showed him the bottle and he wanted to take a shot, cuz he likes to believe he’s a bad ass. I was like “ohhhhh-kay,” and I figured fuggit, no need to let the boy suffer on his own and I went ahead and poured myself one. I knew I shouldn’t have but I went ahead and did anyway.

We shot them back and instantly lost our breath after drinking it because you couldn’t inhale!!! Once I got my breath back, I tried to regain my eyesight which was blurry because my eyes had begun to water. I sort of hobbled over to the kitchen and got us some water because we were both about to die. Once we were breathing normal and could speak in full sentences again (like ten minutes after initial brutal shot) we spent the next twenty minutes clearing our throats. I felt like I drank sandpaper, I know I have said that before but this trumps that raspy batch if single barrel JD by far. I knew it was retarded but I didn’t want the lil bro to have to get throat raped by whiskey all by himself really.

But yeah it’s great with a little water to take that edge off. Really tastes good and forgets them worries for you. This is the type of liquor you drink if you have a broken foot and need to walk three miles on it, you wont feel shit.

George T. Stagg