So last night, I picked up a bottle of Basil Hayden. Upon opening the bottle, I immediately detected a hint of cinnamon and polmegranite. It poured up in the Auburn stadium cup a deep golden brown and seemed to take on a more oreganoey aroma. As I added the coke product, the color turned a more chocolatey doo doo brown, but lightened as the ice cubes kerplunked in. I shook the cup lightly and was pleasantly surprised by a fizzy, sort of bubbly popping, crackling noise. Of course, the added coke product produced the wafting scent of a young school boys soiled undergarments. The first sip started smooth but then exploded into a cornucopia of carbonationey meat marinades. The finish elicited fond memories of afternoon showers with the football team.
I'd have to give it a solid B+