Fireball Cinnamon Whisky needs no introduction. If you haven’t tried it yet, just imagine what it would be like to get a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick to the face if his legs were on fire and taste like cinnamon. Like it, love it, shoot it. Your Dad’s whisky never tasted so smooth. What happens next is up to you.
Rumour has it that Fireball Whisky was forged sometime in mid-80s during the coldest winter Canada had ever seen, when a mixologists turned mad scientist accidentally created a permanent solution to frostbite. The concoction slowly and quietly made its way around North America for a few years, a sort of secret handshake between veteran bartenders. Fireball took an important turn when several bottles were smuggled to the lower 48 from Canada and word got out.