The label claims…
Unlike any other whiskey, Gentleman Jack is charcoal mellowed twice, once before aging and once again after. The result is a rare Tennessee whiskey with a light, exceptionally smooth taste.
The truth, as it turns out, is that Shakespeare hit the nail on the head when he said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Unfortunately, it took me $40 to find that the same holds true for whiskeys made by the Jack Daniel Distillery. Having had less than thrilling experiences with its less-costly counterpart, I was hoping to find a gem in Gentleman Jack. Although not a terrible whiskey, it doesn’t stack up against many others for its price, and ultimately doesn’t do very much to distinguish itself from the teen-with-a-neckbeard’s choice.
The biggest surprise about this product is how its flavour contrasts its scent. By scent, it’s sweet (almost too much so) and is slightly reminiscent of maple. Taking a sip reveals a whiskey that is sharp and quickly fading; flat and hardly sweet or engaging at all — much like Gibson’s or Canadian Club. In fact, the most notable qualities are not in the taste but in the way it numbs the roof of your mouth and burns the throat… Not surprisingly, these are the most prevalent qualities in the lower-end JD.
I can’t justify buying this again. I don’t often drink highballs and there’s nothing that makes me want to spend almost twice as much to make the same old Jack and Coke. After learning there wasn’t anything special to experience here, I drank most of the bottle in an evening just to be rid of it.
Five silly hats out of ten.