Famous Grouse fucking hurts. It burns with the fury of a thousand young Nats after Winston went with the red team.
It’s a vile liquid that could only come from the sort of country that takes pride in eating haggis, playing the bagpipes and throwing big fuck off logs as far as possible.
I can’t believe this shit is only 40% because it tastes at least twice as strong. Fuck this whiskey and fuck that stupid fucking chicken on the bottle.
Famous Grouse comes from a country with a strong tradition of creating the finest whiskeys known to man. Names like Glenfidditch, Laphroig & Highland Park underline the proud Scottish tradition of distilling only the finest whiskeys.
Famous Grouse takes that fine heritage, shits on it, then shits on itself.
Famous Grouse is the antichrist of these fine whiskeys, the Hosking to the Gower, the cry-wank to the blowjob-from-the-girl-you-love, the Tui to any other beer on the planet.
Famous Grouse still, however, manages to evoke strong notes of Scotland. It’s just not the nice ones like playing Golf at St Andrews or seeing the Loch Ness monster. Think more of a “getting stabbed in a Glaswegian back alley for wearing the wrong football jersey” type of deal. Scotland has brought us some great things, but old mate Famous Grouse is not one of them.
Taste Rating: 2/10
Froth Level: When yer maw phones ye for Sunday dinner but you're still eccied oot yer tits
Pairs well with: Trainspotting (both the drug kind and the sad hobby kind)
Tasting notes: bitterness, sorrow, and FREEEEEDOM!!!!!!!