Creek Water Spirits American Whiskey Review & Tasting Notes

I often stumble across something I’ve never seen or heard of. There was this mini bottle bin. Inside was a bottle of Creek Water American Whiskey. What’s that?

 

“From the mind of Slumerican founder and global recording artist Yelawolf, Creek Water is a whiskey company breaking through traditional barriers. Our grassroots approach fosters a bond with a loyal family of fans who love to live wild at heart.

With grit and with style Creek Water is the brand that gives no apologies … just great whiskey!!” – Creek Water Spirits

 

I’m unfamiliar with Yelawolf, but “celebrity whiskeys” have a habit of being mediocre. Now and then, there’s a gem, but like precious stones, they’re rare. Let’s read on:

 

“Similar to Canadian and Irish whiskey, Creek Water is carefully crafted in Durham, North Carolina using a bourbon mash of 21% rye, 4% malt, 75% corn.” 

 

I have to be honest; I don’t understand that. Canadian and Irish whiskeys are carefully crafted in Durham, North Carolina? Or is the claim that Canadian and Irish whiskeys are carefully crafted? Aren’t most whiskeys carefully crafted? Whatever.

 

Creek Water American Whiskey is bottled at 100° and “aged a minimum of one day.” I picked up my 50ml for $1.99. You can pick up a 750ml for $30.99.

 

So, is Creek Water carefully crafted? The only way to find out for sure is to #DrinkCurious.

 

Appearance: This whiskey was the color of golden straw. It formed a medium rim that released husky, slow legs that fell back to the pool.

 

Nose: Hmmm.  It smells a bit like buttered popcorn, but not really. Could it be vanilla taffy? Not really. It is sweet. It is chemical-like. When I drew the air into my mouth, there was no change.

 

Palate:  It is as if some artificial intelligence (think Skynet) decided to try its hand at distilling. Normally I’d try to define the texture. I can’t. Why? While I’ve never poured a glass of Fabuloso before, this is what I imagine it tastes like. I’m worried about what this is doing to my palate. Flavors? There’s super-concentrated black pepper, but it is so industrial I can’t tell.

 

Finish: Egad. I believe that I’ve been transported to the Gates of Hell by ingesting this whiskey. Not by Scotty, but dragged by YelaEyes from Supernatural. I can already feel the hangover.

 

Bottle, Bar, or Bust:  Every so often, I come across something so godawful there’s no point in trying to be nice about it. Creek Water American Whiskey is offensive. Simply put, I’d rather have a root canal without anesthesia than ever drink this again. It is undrinkable. Do I really have to say it? A Bust rating might be a compliment for this dumpster fire. Avoid it at all costs.

 

By the way, Yelawolf, you owe me an apology.

 

My Simple, Easy to Understand Rating System

• Bottle = Buy It
• Bar = Try It
• Bust = Leave It

 

Whiskeyfellow encourages you to enjoy your whiskey as you see fit but begs you do so responsibly.