Jeremiah Weed Bourbon Liqueur75cl / 50%
Allergen InformationThis product may contain the following:
- sulphur dioxide and sulphites at concentrations of more than 10mg/kg or 10mg/l
Jeremiah Weed Bourbon Liqueur Reviews
4 Customer Reviews
The True Story of Jeremiah Weed Every USAF fighter squadron has a lounge where the pilots sometimes gather for a cold beer after the flying day is over. Every refrigerator in each of those lounges contains a chilled bottle of a 100-proof product called Jeremiah Weed. For special occasions, and sometimes for no reason at all, someone will bring out the Weed, fill a shot glass for each person present, and propose a toast. At the conclusion of the toast, all down their Weed in a single gulp. It is not tasty. To many it seems like drinking kerosene, and it leaves a very strong aftertaste. Be that as it may, few refuse because the downing of a Weed is a ritual deeply imbedded in the fighter pilot culture. That ritual started long before today’s squadron commanders were even in college, and stories abound as to how the custom started. A famous newsman once said, “When there is disagreement between the legend and the truth, always print the legend.” Since I disagree, here is the true story of Jeremiah Weed, and I know it’s true because I was part of it. On December 1, 1978, I was flying as an instructor in the back seat of a F–4E, tail number 649, on a BFM hop out of the 414th FWSq at Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada. The student in my front seat, Maj. Nort Nelson, was a highly experienced F–4 pilot with hundreds of combat hours. Leading the flight was Capt. Joe Bob Phillips, who had in his back seat Capt. Larry Ernst, an instructor who was just along for the ride. The mission called for Joe Bob to attack Nort in a scripted scenario that gave Nort the opportunity to use his best defensive BFM to defeat Joe Bob’s attacks. The mission did not last long. On the first engagement, Nort managed to put the airplane into a position from which I judged that recovery was impossible.* I ejected both of us from the jet. Neither of us was injured, and within an hour we were picked up by a helicopter that returned us to Nellis. It probably goes without saying that Nort and I had different
Kind of sweet for my taste, but after half a sipping shot, I could taste a bit of citrus maybe. Interesting stuff, I don't regret trying a bottle (though at 100 proof I might yet!).
At first taste I wasn't sure. Then when I'd finished the glass I sort of fancied another. Since then I've found myself quite keen on it. And it was given to me by an ex-USAF fighter pilot, as their preferred drink.
The drink is fantastic, can't find it in New York. But the one I have had was 120 proof!