1792 Small Batch Review: I Drank Bourbon Until History Made Sense

Listen, I could tell you about how 1792 was the year Kentucky joined the Union, but what I really want to tell you about is how this bourbon just made me spend an entire evening contemplating whether my houseplants judge my life choices. Let me explain.

First, that nose – it’s deeper and richer than my credit card’s cash back rewards program. The oak and caramel wafting up from the glass hit you like walking into your grandmother’s kitchen when she’s been baking all day, but plot twist: she’s been making bourbon-infused everything. There’s vanilla in there too, playing it cool in the background like that one friend who never tries to dominate the conversation but always has the best stories when they speak up.

Now, that first sip? Medium viscosity carries waves of cinnamon, caramel, and vanilla across your palate like honey on warm bread – not the store-bought kind, but the type your neighbor brings over that makes you question everything you knew about baking. The oak shows up fashionably late to the party, like that friend who says they’ll be there at 8 but really means 10, yet somehow makes the night better for having waited.

Just when you think you’ve got this bourbon figured out, the mid-palate experience throws you a curveball. The heat concentrates like afternoon sun through a magnifying glass, and then – wait, is that banana? It’s subtle, like finding the TV remote after searching everywhere only to realize it was in your hand the whole time – not what you expected, but somehow perfectly logical.

The finale? Well, folks, this is where 1792 Small Batch decides to really show its cards. Those baking spices come roaring back like the best kind of dessert – the one that makes you forget you promised yourself “just one bite.” The finish stretches out longer than trying to cancel your streaming subscription, with just enough warmth to remind you that you’re drinking something worthy of contemplation. Yes, there’s a bit of a burn, like touching a hot stove – not enough to make you swear off cooking forever, but enough to keep you paying attention.

Final Verdict: While 1792 Small Batch might not be the bourbon that makes you forget all others, it’s definitely the one that’ll keep you coming back to figure out all its little secrets. It’s like that Netflix show you started watching casually but ended up binging until 3 AM on a work night.

P.S. – As always, friends, remember that the best bourbon journey is the one where you can remember all the stops along the way. Drink responsibly, or at least more responsibly than I did while trying to explain to my cat why I deserve more respect around here.

P.P.S. – No houseplants were emotionally damaged during this review, though my fiddle leaf fig still refuses to make eye contact.”