Ahh, there’s nothing like drinking a bit of whiskey on the 80th anniversary of the repeal of Prohibition. The warm feeling is enhanced by the feeling of history. I’m currently watching Ken Burn’s documentary “Prohibition” in honor of the occasion, and, as the title of the article suggests, drinking 2 Gingers Irish Whiskey. The whiskey is probably why you’re at this site. Now I could go into the marketing concept of the whiskey, how it presents itself as an outsider in the market started by two fire haired and passionate Irish women. That ground has been trodden. Honestly, most of what I write has been trodden, but here you are. So I may as well indulge your curiosities by telling you what you want to know: should I buy this whiskey? Well that’s up to you now, isn’t it?
I’ll preface my note on this review before I even get into it. I’m starting to get the feeling that the Irish whiskey market is perhaps a bit more subjective than many of the bourbons I usually indulge myself with. You see, there doesn’t seem an Irish whiskey that is clearly rotgut. I’ve drank rotgut American whiskies. I’ve drank whiskies knowing that they were of such low quality that I was going to get a hangover from the first sip on. There are swill scotches, swill bourbons, Canadian whiskies. I haven’t really seen that with Irish whiskey, I’ve seen that the is a massive spread in the category, and some are more complex, more enjoyable–but I’ve never felt that drinking this Irish whiskey was possibly a bad idea. What I’m trying to say is, given all these presuppositions, I think it’s possible I’m bad at judging Irish whiskey. But I must soldier on, drinking and (poorly) writing myself into martyrdom for your taste buds.
The reason I made all those excuses is because I’m not sure what to think of 2 Gingers. The color is an almost electric yellow, to my eye, which is neither here nor there. The nose is soft and fruity with soft pear like notes. Once in the mouth it seems 2 Gingers is best compared on the spectrum of the standards. In this sense, 2 Gingers is on that grainier side of Irish whiskey, veering away from the “smooth” sweetness of King Jameson toward the more hearty Bushmills. 2 Gingers in particular seems characterized by robust barley, green apple notes, and an acidic citrus towards the back of the palate. This isn’t my favorite Irish whiskey, the acidity is a bit cutting—but I won’t say I’m not enjoying it. I am.
The way I see things, with many so Irish whiskies in the same price range, none of which are at face unpleasant, you have to taste around. You have to explore Irish whiskey with a keener eye, and perhaps a bit more sensitivity to that certain something in your gut, because when it comes down to it, we won’t all have the same favorite. That’s why there are so many of them. When it comes down to it, even a whiskey that isn’t your favorite is a glorious luxury that sinks warm into your stomach and squeegees the day from your head to your toes leaving the tenseness behind. 80 years and a day ago (two by the time I put this up) that feeling was illegal.