Welcome to Outcast Bourbon Club.
We're the dysfunctional family nobody invited to Thanksgiving, but somehow we ended up hosting it.
We're not here to build the biggest bourbon community or debate whether your palate detects freshly waxed saddle in a Kentucky barn. We're here for the people.
Bottle hunters, collectors, seasoned drinkers, noobs, and whoever showed up for the snacks. You don't need a $500 bottle, a fancy glass, or even a love for bourbon. Just bring yourself, a sense of humor, and the ability to disagree without acting like someone insulted your Memaw's potato salad.
Think of us as the weird cousins who finally got their own table. Someone's telling questionable stories, someone's laughing too hard, and someone knows way too much about something nobody asked about.
We don't want everyone. We want people who make the conversations worth staying for.
Pull up a chair. There's plenty of room.
Don't be an asshole. We've already got a few, and they're grandfathered in. 🥃