It’s like prom night, 1970, settling into the backseat of a dimly lit stretch limo, arm slung across your date’s bare shoulders, only to find out Evel Knievel is your chauffeur. Blackberry cuff links, rosemary-thyme eau de cologne, molasses diamond tennis bracelets, clove jabots, and elderberry liqueur in a purloined oak flask, bouncing floor to roof as Evel soars that bad boy over 14 buses. So much luxury and sophistication in the throes of sheer exhilaration, with the lingering hope of getting lucky—as long as you survive the landing.
Aged in 100% New French Oak for 30 months
