IT'LL FUCK YOU UP: A whiskey review of FIGHTING COCK

The first thing that catches your attention is the bottle. A picture of a rooster, ready for battle, flashes out at you, and the words FIGHTING COCK blaze out of the label. There’s no two ways about it: this whiskey is out to kick your ass.



And it helps that it’s 103 proof. It’s good to note that so many bourbons are upgrading from a mere 80 proof to anywhere from 90 to 103. Some even have the balls to go higher (like Old Granddad), but Fighting Cock remains at a respectable 103.


The taste is smooth at first, almost identical to Wild Turkey 101. They could be fraternal twins, they’re that close. Yet . . . the after taste comes back to give you a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick to the head. There is no doubt about it, this whiskey comes with a devilish bite.


There is no background story on the bottle, so it can only be assumed that the Fighting Cock Distillery didn’t start making this batch until recently. It says it’s aged six years, which is a hell of a lot better than most cheap shit out there. (You can get a fifth of this demon juice for $17.99.)


Don’t toy with this stuff. If you’re going to get fucked up, fine, this is your bird. But be careful. It has a habit of sneaking up on you long after you thought you’d defeated it. As the name suggests, this is a fightin’ whiskey. Do not turn your back on it.

Enjoy at your own risk.