
“The 80s Were Weird — Thank God for Knob Creek 12 Year”
Vodka ruled the neon-soaked 80s, but Booker Noe had other ideas. Knob Creek 12 Year is his bold middle finger to bland whiskey — a peanut, caramel, and char bomb that’s unapologetically big, oaky, and American. Forget smooth. This is bourbon done right.

🪵 Redwood Empire Lost Monarch – Bourbon & Rye in a Redwood Forest
This ain’t your grandma’s Kentucky bourbon tale. Redwood Empire Lost Monarch is a rye-forward blend from California’s redwood country — bright, spicy, a little minty, and balanced by sweet toffee and brown sugar. Affordable, young, and dangerously sippable, it’s proof you don’t need dusty shelves to find a forest of flavor.

“If It Ain’t Artisan, Kiss My Corn”: William Dalton BIB Bourbon & The Spirits of French Lick
In a world ruled by six bourbon giants, sometimes you need a pour that tastes like the dirt it grew from — sweet, earthy, and proud of it. Enter William Dalton Bottled in Bond from Spirits of French Lick: a farm-forward, artisan bourbon that’ll make you rethink everything you know about Indiana whiskey. If it ain’t artisan… well, you can kiss my corn.

The Rickhouse Rant Vol X: Bib & Tucker – “Sourced, Styled, and Perfectly Fine”
Bib & Tucker isn’t a distillery — it’s a lesson in sourcing, marketing, and why we sometimes care way too much. This beautifully bottled bourbon is soft, sweet, and downright friendly, perfect for a Wednesday wind-down. But it also opens up a bigger debate: do we buy bourbon for the taste, the story, or the illusion of craftsmanship? Pull up a chair, pour a glass, and let’s rant about what makes bourbon… bourbon.

B’s Rickhouse Rant, Vol. 9 – Baker’s 7: The Spoiled Society Sandwich Bourbon
Baker’s 7 is the bourbon hiding in plain sight. Age-stated, single barrel, 107 proof, and available for $50—no passwords, no lotteries, no nonsense. In a world obsessed with hype and scarcity, this Beam sleeper delivers rich flavor, a cozy Kentucky hug, and a peanut butter sandwich of a finish. Maybe it’s time we stop chasing unicorns and start appreciating the bottle right in front of us.