Old Crow is a very approachable whiskey, mostly because it's dirt cheap. It's a whiskey for those who aren't seeking to impress. One step above coming in a plastic handle, the kind with the indented grips on it - Old Crow is bottled in glass with an attractive, old-fashioned looking label.
Interestingly enough, this whiskey was supposedly the favorite drink of the great compromiser from Kentucky, Henry Clay. However, there's nothing pretentious or aristocratic about Old Crow. One might consume it while wearing a wife-beater and sweat pants.
Now for the description:
On the nose, slightly prickly. Mosses and phenolic essence come through. Very faint hints of citrus coming through on the finish. Not overpowering at all. I have no idea why we use words like "phenolic" to describe the scent of whiskey. We probably don't want to admit that it smells like ass on fire.
As I bring it to my lips for a kiss, I sense it is young, very sweet (wont be a favorite for those who prefer drier whiskies). The florals which are usually my favorite element of a young whiskey just aren't present. There's an odd minty or eucalyptus-like flavor pervading the whole taste experience. Overall, though, it's what you'd expect from a 3 year old blend.
It's bottle by the fine folks at Jim Beam so I suspect it's a lighter version of what you'd get in a bottle of Jim Beam white label.
Old Crow earns the whiskey score of 74 out of 100, mostly because it lacks character. Now, purely for the sake of research, I must have another glass of this vile stuff.