Anybody had it?

Does it burn as bad on the way back up?

P P Pass

Dickel 12 or BIB doesn’t burn, it’s very good IMO, this stuff is only 70 proof.

I have a few unopened bottles to try, I’ll give y’all an update in a few days

If you don’t drink like a fish you’ll never know!

Lefty, did you buy it though? Southern comfort did the same thing, was discontinued if that helps.

It's not hot like Fireball but it is very sweet. Too sweet for me.

A marketing gimmick, kind of like a cherry Coke. Do you want GMC or Chevy, in red or white? Just another choice on the shelf.

A friend picked up a case in a group but, $11.99 it’s worth a try.

Anything and I mean anything tastes better than fireball

Vodka martini for me.

I like GD 12, it’s what I usually buy. If that’s their version of fireball, I’d give it a try but I probably wouldn’t buy a bottle of it.

Looks gross

Your welcome to try whiskey I have sir!

B-I-L....... lol!

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