Bourbon. Law. Author.
I started the Sipp’n Corn® blog in August 2013 with one of my favorite bourbon lawsuits—the Pepper v. Labrot case from 1881. The case captivated me because it told the true story that current-day marketers and tour guides didn’t tell. I hosted Sipp’n Corn® on Google Blogger until November 2018 when Bourbon Justice was released, then I imported and categorized those old posts for this site. Now I use this site to tell new stories of ancient bourbon lawsuits and to share reviews of as many bourbons as I can find.
Enjoy while you sip your corn!
The files at the United States Trademark Office Trademark Trial and Appeal Board reflect that the Wilderness Trace trademark was published in November 2013. An attorney for Sazerac requested an extension of time to oppose Wilderness Trace in December 2013, and by January 2014, Wilderness Trace filed an abandonment of the trademark. It looks like behind-closed-doors discussions occurred in late 2013 and early 2014 resulting in Trail being substituted for Trace, but fortunately, the artistic logo could still be used and is in fact used today.
And now Shane Baker and Pat Heist are using that know-how to produce bourbon that instantly takes on established brands. They have access to seemingly unlimited proprietary yeast strains, they’re using barrel-entry proof that had been unheard of for 100 years (110 proof for bourbon and 100 proof for rye), they have the discipline to use the sweet mash method instead of the more popular sour mash method, and they had the courage to plan on a single-barrel Bottled-in-Bond bourbon as their first whiskey release. Plus, unlike so many startups and legacy distillers alike, Wilderness Trail didn’t invent any gimmicky origin story or legends.|
Bourbon:
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Wilderness Trail Single Barrel Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey Bottled in Bond
Barrel No. 14B28
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Distillery:
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Wilderness Trail Distillery
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Age:
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4 years
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Mash Bill:
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64% corn; 24% wheat; 12% malted barley
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ABV:
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50% (100 proof)
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Cost:
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$50.00
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Second, Heaven Hill is releasing the second edition of it Old Fitzgerald Bottled-in-Bond decanter series inspired by a 1950’s decanter and using the type of tax strip from a bygone era before the Bottled-in-Bond regulations were relaxed. As usual, Old Fitzgerald uses wheat as its secondary grain. This edition was aged for nine years.|
Bourbon:
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Parker’s Heritage Collection, 12th Edition (2018) Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey finished in orange curaçao liqueur barrels
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Distillery:
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Heaven Hill, Bardstown, Kentucky (distilled in Louisville and aged in Bardstown)
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Age:
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7-8 years (before finishing)
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ABV:
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55% (110 proof)
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Cost:
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$89.99
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Bourbon:
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Old Fitzgerald 2018 Limited Edition Bottled-in-Bond Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey (2nd edition)
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Distillery:
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Heaven Hill, Bardstown, Kentucky (distilled in Louisville and aged in Bardstown)
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Age:
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9 years
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ABV:
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50% (100 proof)
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Cost:
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$89.99
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Bourbon:
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Heaven Hill 27-Year-Old Barrel Proof Small Batch Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey
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Distillery:
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Heaven Hill, Bardstown, Kentucky (distilled in Bardstown pre-fire at DSP-KY-31, and aged in Bardstown)
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Age:
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27 years
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ABV:
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47.35% (94.7 proof)
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Cost:
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$399.00
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As much as the Old Fitzgerald Bottled-in-Bond 9-year hits all of the high points for what bourbon should be—and should therefore have wide appeal—the Parker’s Heritage Collection and the Heaven Hill 27-year are geared toward niche crowds. The orange citrus zest flavors of Parker’s Heritage Collection might put off folks who consider themselves bourbon purists, and the prominent oak backbone of the 27-year old (not to mention the steep price) will get other folks to run out for something sweet like Larceny. Whatever your personal preference, you’ll have at least one of these on your hunting list this fall.
I was hooked from the opening pages of Mead: The Libations, Legends, and Lore of History’s Oldest Drink, Fred Minnick’s seventh book. Fred launches in pure storyteller fashion with rich visual elements: “They looked like your typical Brooklyn bartenders: handlebar mustaches, pink hair, leather aprons, and tattoos—lots of tattoos. They muddled mint, juiced limes, pinched nutmeg in empty glasses, clanked tin shakers with rhythmic precision, and poured fragrant libations into ice-filled glasses.” I was transported as Fred slowly but surely warmed up to the mystery around the bend—mead.