Review: Slow & Low Rock and Rye

Rock and Rye: Sounds sexy. Like rock ‘n’ roll with distilled grains.  My first impression of the idea was less than enthusiastic though, conjuring the half-memories of several botched attempts at surviving other flavored whiskey type beverages.  Notice: That is not what Slow & Low is.  Slow & Low is basically a well-crafted old fashioned that’s brewed and stewed together then allowed to mingle in the bottle until you buy it.  Drink Spirits recently gave a glowing review of Mr. Boston’s Rock and Rye.  I’ve never had it, but I hazard to guess this is better.  Here’s the rundown:  a company called Hochstadter’s in Philly has been making this stuff since 1884, and it appears they’ve perfected the recipe. Take rye whiskey, raw (local) honey, dried navel oranges, maybe some bitters.  Stew slow and low.  The brands funky website tells you a bit more about this, about how the original rock and rye was rye with rock candy in it, how they’ve determined 5% sugar content makes the perfect old fashioned, etc.  Regardless of all the stats, it’s good—but I’ll get back to that in a bit.

Looking at the website struck me with something else about Slow & Low.  What was interesting to me was how Hochstadter’s has marketed this product.  The bottle itself was pretty average for whiskey, taking style cues from Jack Daniel’s.  The website is a montage of rockabilly style tattoos that serve as links, some to quick facts, some to pictures of chicks and cars and the like.  Their Facebook page is similar.  There’s also a newsletter thing on their website written in Kerouacian spontaneous prose, and here’s where my point is most clear.  This stuff is marketing a lifestyle, to a lifestyle.  Tattoo iconography, risqué pictures of women with guns, cars, guitars, motorcycles, rock ‘n’ roll, good whiskey and good times.  There’s freakin’ side boob and motorcycles inside the label. The message is pretty clear: this isn’t adult chocolate milk or bubble gum vodka—this is quality booze for your discerning rebel with a taste for the vintage.  It’s history in a bottle that’s not afraid to change the recipe, because vintage is cool but we’re rebels, we do what we want.   I think Slow & Low’s marketing team has nailed it.  Rye is in a renaissance, but as I stated before rock and rye doesn’t conjure ideas of a complicated and crafty beverage—it reminds you of that time you had too much Red Stag or So Co and woke up with a bad taste in your mouth, a sore throat and the shame of knowing that what you may have did is possibly worse than what you remember doing.  Slow & Low’s marketing doesn’t conjure any of that, it tells you you’re about to drink something that’s made from quality ingredients for badasses who really know how to have a good time in style.


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I mentioned before that this is good.  Let’s get back to that because we’re too cool to be taken in by marketing, no matter how great those Dos Equis commercials are.  Slow and low is basically a good old fashioned in a bottle.  The nose is a bit of rye spice with a sweet smell of orange zest.  I’m drinking the signature Slow and Low cocktail, in their words “Pour 1 part Slow & Low into a glass. Top with another part Slow & Low. Drink. Repeat.”  The mouth is soft with the sweetness of the honey slightly coating the tongue, but allowing the smooth rye to show itself.  All the ingredients have melded and mellowed—the citrus isn’t tart, the honey not cloying, and the rye isn’t particularly hot or spicy.  This is a well-balanced drink that works neat or over ice, you could even add a cherry if you want a bar-style old fashioned. You don’t have to be a rebel to drink this, you just need good taste.

To my very likely indifferent readers:

I would like to apologize for the lack of posts this week, summertime has me busy with my friends home and a recent visit from m’ lady, so I’ve been neglecting this thing. I’ll work on getting some posts up by morning. In the meantime enjoy Alvin Lee’s and Ten Years After tearing it up on “Going Home” as done live at Woodstock. This song is basically a history of rock ‘n’ roll and the blues in 11 shuffled up and screaming minutes. From Elvis to the Killer, Muddy to John Lee Hooker–this tune may just be the original, and the best, mash-up song.