Whether you’re staring down the barrel of a long putt or a six-shooter at high noon, Doc Holliday 7 Year Bourbon has your back. Aged to perfection like a legend in exile, this bourbon pours smooth as a Southern drawl and hits like a clean drive off the tee — bold, balanced, and unmistakably refined.
With a nose of charred oak and vanilla and a finish that lingers longer than a desert standoff, it’s the spirit of choice for gunslingers, gamblers, and golfers alike. Notes of caramel and toasted spice roll in like a warm breeze over the back nine, making it the ideal sipper whether you’re chasing birdies or settling scores.
So tip your hat, line up your shot, and pour yourself a glass — Doc Holliday is always ready for the next round.
This shows how awesome the Refuge is, I might have to take y’all up on it. I’m still going to try to search for some next week as I’d love to build an old school set to break out time to time, I’ll let y’all know if I need to borrow any!
This bourbon is smoother than Rip’s murderous glare and more balanced than Beth after her third bar fight (but only just). Aged six years—about the same amount of time it takes John Dutton to form an emotion—this small batch beauty delivers rich caramel, toasted oak, and just a hint of “What the hell is Kayce doing now?”
Yellowstone Bourbon doesn’t come with a cattle brand, but it will leave a lasting impression—unlike Jamie, who’s been trying to be relevant since Season 1. It’s got the complexity of a Dutton family dinner and the finish of a monologue delivered from the porch while staring out over 500,000 acres of daddy issues.
Whether you’re sipping it in a tailored suit like a corporate villain or in a flannel shirt stained with horse and regret, this bourbon pairs well with chaos, power struggles, and questionable life choices.
I did go through the closet and found an old set of blades to go with the persimmons I knew I had.
Just for rules and gatekeeping purposes since I’ve never done a blades/persimmons match…what modifications are allowed? The grips on the blades are at least 40 years old and I wouldn’t mind putting fresh grips on them - is that allowed? And are we playing modern balls? @Gibbler and @FamousFoot feel free to chime in too.
I’m just going with the flow so whatever we want to do will be good with me. It would be sick to play with some old balatas but don’t know how easy they are to find nowadays.
Meet @Setwilli, 38, accountant by trade, golfing legend.
He shows up to the course in flip-flops, aviators, and an aura of chaotic serenity. He’s high as a kite, sipping High N’ Wicked Straight Bourbon Whiskey out of a Yeti tumbler labeled “World’s Okayest Golfer.” His swing? A swirling interpretive dance that somehow sends the ball 40 yards backward into a goose.
He’s not keeping score—he’s keeping vibes. Every time he lands in a bunker, he calls it his “zen garden” and rakes patterns into the sand while quoting obscure philosophy he half-remembers from a Joe Rogan episode.
Between holes, he offers swing advice to squirrels, tries to ride the golf cart like a surfboard, and insists that the 9th hole “spoke to him in Morse code.” He’s convinced the bourbon unlocks his “true golf potential,” shouting “Great weight” to himself after every putt.
By the 18th hole, he has transcended traditional sports. He’s one with the course. He is the fairway. He is High N’ Wicked.
Very excited to be in @Setwilli ’s group this year! He brought the vibes (and a tasty smokey treat) to the back of 18 at Woodlands at the Ope last year.
Nothing as official as what @PTM has access to but I made this while working on those previews I did. Disclaimer double check with the official pairings as there may be some errors here
