Mr. Bourbean
It’s Rowan’s Creek Bourbon review time! Or, as we continued to call it throughout our last SABS meeting, Rowan Atkinson Bourbon. And we came up with many a comic scenario for Mr. Atkinson:
- Rowan Atkinson somehow ends up inside a barrel and has to drink his way out, with hilarious results
- Rowan Atkinson somehow ends up with a barrel on his head that he has to camouflage when his date comes over, with hilarious results
- Rowan Atkinson tinkers a little too much with the distillation tubes and bourbon begins to spray everywhere, with hilarious results
- Rowan Atkinson has to supervise a team that is comprised of a poor, short, dumb guy and a tall, rich, dumb guy, and he constantly insults them with lengthy metaphors, with hilarious results
- Rowan Atkinson…well, you get it.
Rowan’s Creek was not as hilarious, but I suppose that’s a good thing. It was sweeter than the rest, but still had a burn that hit you mostly in the mouth. I believe it was the big winner, and I would attribute that win to it’s smoothness that’s not so smooth you think you’re drinking cognac.
It’s sadly lacking in doo-dads, and the label is deliberately “rustic” (meaning, the typeface looks like bad handwriting), so it’s not the most attractive bottle. But, as we all know, sometimes doo-dads are just there to trick you…true beauty comes from within.







