Jack Daniel’s old no 7
10000 CFA – 70000 CFA
NOM COMPLET: Tennessee Whiskey Old No. 7 Jack Daniel’s
APPELLATION: Tennessee Whiskey
PAYS: Etats-Unis
RÉGION: Tennessee
VIEILLISSEMENT: Tonneau en chêne
FORMAT: 35cl, 70cl, 1l, 3l
INGRÉDIENTS: Eau pure de la source Cave Spring Hollow, Maïs 80%, Orge 8%, Seigle 12%
GOÛT: Caramel, Vanille, Fumé
DEGRÉ D’ALCOOL: 40 %
TEMPÉRATURE: 13-15 ℃
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CatégoriesSpiritueux, Whisky
NOM COMPLET: Tennessee Whiskey Old No. 7 Jack Daniel’s
APPELLATION: Tennessee Whiskey
PAYS: Etats-Unis
RÉGION: Tennessee
VIEILLISSEMENT: Tonneau en chêne
FORMAT: 35cl, 70cl, 1l, 3l
INGRÉDIENTS: Eau pure de la source Cave Spring Hollow, Maïs 80%, Orge 8%, Seigle 12%
GOÛT: Caramel, Vanille, Fumé
DEGRÉ D’ALCOOL: 40 %
TEMPÉRATURE: 13-15 ℃
Format | 35cl, 70cl, 1l, 3l |
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Anonyme –
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy.
Anonyme –
my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
Anonyme –
I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary.
Anonyme –
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy.
Anonyme –
my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
Anonyme –
I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary.