While transporting barrels of his much sought after whiskey from Kentucky to New Orleans, Augustus Bulleit vanished without a trace.
150 years later, his great-great-grandson, Tom Bulleit, stepped in and revived the family’s small batch whiskey legacy, using the same recipe from so many years ago.
A principled man, Augustus Bulleit always believed a fine whiskey should be smooth, not burning to the throat. And if that’s true, well, this whiskey certainly wears his name with pride.
But what really happened to Bulleit? Nobody knows the true story, still that hasn’t stopped some from entertaining wild speculations.
Did its smooth, clean taste attract the attention of a rogue with a rope?
Were tales told over a game of coin toss with a soldier?
Did they here tell of the precious whiskey, aged in barrels of charred American Oak, and plan to take it for themselves?
What of Bulleit’s Secret recipe for the driest of all whiskies?
Was it hidden in a safe kept from the prying eyes of a monsignor with a cane only to emerge more than a century later?
And what secrets are hidden deep within the whiskey to this day?
Does the high rye content explain the remarkably smooth taste? Is it the Kentucky limestone-filtered water that gives each batch its unique character?
Or is there more to this tale?
Whatever Bulleit’s story, you know that it’s a long one, full of half-truths, rumours, and death.
But even when legends die, spirits remain.
Bulliet Small Batch Whiskey. It’s a long story.
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