Let’s talk creamy — the flavour as well as the texture. You’ll find both in a cup of this anaerobic washed Bourbon, thanks to the hungry little microbes working their fermentation magic.
In this case, creamy is the warmly decadent taste of peaches baked beneath a blanket of sugar and spice; the sweet, almost custardy notes of frangipane tucked inside sugar-dusted pastry. It’s also the feel of the coffee on the tongue, gliding like melted butter on pasta or rice.
It’s comfort, even indulgence, in brewable, sippable form. It’s the rhapsodic contentedness of knowing all is well, that everything is in its right place.
