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.