To start off, I’d like to thank /u/Devoz , /u/normallyimonimgur , and /u/kilrathi for the swaps.

If you read the bottom of any of the bottles of Colonel E.H. Taylor Jr that I’m reviewing today, you’ll find out his illustrious history. And I don’t think I could do it justice with self-deprecating jokes and wisecracks, nor with odd writing about dragons and/or dungeons.

What I will say is this: Without Colonel Edmund Hayes Taylor Jr., we wouldn’t have half the bourbon methods or techniques. Or rather we would, we just wouldn’t have had as long with all of them. He’s like if Da Vinci was actually listened to in his time. Or Aristarchus of Samos being listened to in the middle ages. Or even if I, /u/TOModera had been listened to in these days as… some guy who makes dick jokes on the Internet about whiskey.

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