The Pogues Irish Whiskey: This Ain't No F**king Gimmick!
- Oct 25, 2015
- 2 min read
“I am going where the streams of whiskey are flowing,” wrote The Pogues back in 1984, and in 2015, that’s exactly where we’re going this week! When we first heard The Pogues had released an Irish whiskey, we were more freaking excited than a crack addled kid at Christmas! So with ‘Red Roses For Me’ blaring in the background, providing our boozy brains with some damn good musical inspiration, we’re going to tell you guys why this whiskey ain’t no fucking gimmick!
Encased in a bottle blacker than Shane McGowen’s heart, this 40% ABV whiskey is distilled and bottle by West Cork Distillers, and as it says on the bottle, this whiskey is “sunlight and barley held together with water and left in an oak barrel for three years and a day.” The question is though: why did it take you so fucking long, Shane? This is something that we’ve needed to pass our lips since we first manically danced to Transmetropolitan when we were merely five years old!
Get this bollocks under your nose and you immediately get a good punch of digestive biscuit that reminds us of having some mad arse tea with our crazy Gran. Second aroma to jump out that glass is waves of wood that “wriggled and hollered and made a great noise,” merging so well with the honey that is now snaking up your nose. But this dram is really smooth and it doesn’t feel like you’re having some pissed up flight with an Irish guy! Caramel and sponge cake come in on the end, adding some awesome power to the overall Irish dance that is now consuming our whole fucking exisitence!
But to get the full bastard force of The Pogues dreams of whiskey (eh, see what we did there?!), you need to get this down your throat. Within seconds you’ll find caramel explode in your gob and utterly take you over, like a bare knuckle boxing Twix dancing a dangerous dance with your whiskey. There is an awesome warming spice that sits with you and reassures you that the NYPD choir haven’t quite stopped singing yet! But he’s not trying to be some big Scottish brute, this is one classic, Irish whiskey busking on London’s streets, just how his creators were spawned.
And it doesn’t end there. The finish is subtle, long and not over powering, evoking all you “rambling boys of pleasure and ladies of easy leisure” to never stop filling up your glass. Man, this shit is moreish; it never fucking dies off. It’s like the Turkish Song Of The Damned; upbeat, raucous and straight up immortal!
“So take off your coat and grease your throat with a bucket full of” The Pogues very own malt whiskey, from one of Ireland’s newest distilleries. This is one bastard arse whiskey and you gobshites need to get involved! So even if you’re a scumbag or maggot, or just a queen of New York city, this is one legendary whiskey from one legendary fucking band.
Coming soon!
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