His barley roots notwithstanding, Captain Jack, a whisky of Scotch descent from Brown Water, Missouri, is still feeling his oats. "I get antsy," he said. "I just can't sit distilled."
Although aged for over a decade, Captain Jack is not willing to be placed up on a shelf and forgotten about. "They don't call me fire water for nothing. I may be smooth, but I ain't dead."
Indeed, Captain Jack's energy level is evident from his golden glow. Even so, he's the first to acknowledge that his life hasn't always been easy. "I've been on the rocks quite a few times. But if you can't handle the hard stuff, what's the point?"
And so, while some would have him go down easy, Captain Jack is confident he's got a few rounds left in him. "One of these days, I'll find myself a sweet little honey hole and lounge around with the fancy folk, but until then, I wanna be in the wild. Ain't nobody getting my angel's share just yet."