No, no, no. J&B is like 260 years old, and they abandon that in the blink of an eye for a freaking pink bottle? For what? Seriously, if I swam up to the pool bar in the Bahamas and saw that bottle behind the bar, I might ask the bartender what it is, thinking maybe he could make something fruity. For my wife. And then when he told me it was J&B Scotch, I can’t honestly say if I would be more angry or confused. But I know I wouldn’t ask him to use it to mix my wife a Bahama Mama. And I sure as hell would never order it for myself ever again.
As the kids say, Epic Fail.
But you did notice it…alot of selling alcohol is the bottle.
Brad, it most certainly is. In this case though, us male folk here at DIA noticed that it’s a type of J&B we don’t want to be a part of. Would you opt for this bottle over the others?