Ypioca Cachaca Prata Reserva Especial

I came to Brazil to Live, Laugh, Cachaça. Of that, my success rate was 33%, which would be good enough to get into the MLB Hall of Fame. This is the first bottle I stole for myself. The oak coloration was not expected, and doesnt impart much but chills the whole endeavor out. A neat sip in a plastic cup is an unexpected adventure. It’s got soap and pepper in all the right places. Its mild, but not obnoxiously so. I don’t know how to describe it. In the US we’re missing out on having this as a staple.