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I am trying to stop chasing rare bourbon (just would rather drink Scotch and Brandy). I have a bottle of Willett Family Reserve 17 that I would like to know the value of. It has some interesting things on the back so I don't know if it is the normal 17 or something different. I think it was intended for the Japanese market.
Some information on the back. Bottle 123 of 132, Distilled 03/27/92, White oak, Barrel no 7787, Selected by Bonili Japan Co. Ltd
Barrel #7787 Alc. 61.45 122.9 Proof
Does anyone know anything about this bottle? I appreciate it.
 
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Thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate it. Was just looking to possibly trade it to someone that would enjoy it more than I but need to know its value.
 
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Thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate it. Was just looking to possibly trade it to someone that would enjoy it more than I but need to know its value.
I think the general belief that Ryan has (as probably the rest of us reading this) is that you know exactly what you have, exactly what it's worth, and exactly what you want for it. I agree with Ryan that this feels like a "bullshit fishing expedition."

And then you had to go and get all "namey-calley" and make yourself look even worse.

If you are truly looking to trade this bottle, please be more forthcoming with what you would like for it.

EDIT: if you undervalue the bottle, people here with be forthcoming. We're not here to rip you off.
 
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If I new what it was worth I wouldn't have asked! I traded a bottle of beer for it a few years back and don't honestly remember what beer I gave up for it. I can't seem to find a value of it on line anywhere which is why I asked for help. To assume that I am lying or gloating is a little strange to me. This community has always been very helpful in the past. I have never seen someone go off on a post "bullshit fucking fishing" of someone asking for help.
 

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Thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate it. Was just looking to possibly trade it to someone that would enjoy it more than I but need to know its value.

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I am trying to stop chasing rare bourbon (just would rather drink Scotch and Brandy). I have a bottle of Willett Family Reserve 17 that I would like to know the value of. It has some interesting things on the back so I don't know if it is the normal 17 or something different. I think it was intended for the Japanese market.
Some information on the back. Bottle 123 of 132, Distilled 03/27/92, White oak, Barrel no 7787, Selected by Bonili Japan Co. Ltd
Barrel #7787 Alc. 61.45 122.9 Proof
Does anyone know anything about this bottle? I appreciate it.
Ignore the haters. My father grew up in Kentucky and worked for several notable bourbon producers. He has quite a collection.

I texted him and it turns out he owns 2 bottles of the bourbon you mentioned. Bottles #121 & #104 to be exact.

He said that they would typically be valued at 2 stovepipes of BA Ten Fidy.

























 
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Flora Superhalk was thinking about Fairydust Donaldson again. Fairydust was a charming deity with beautiful fingernails and ample thighs.

Flora walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. She had always hated creepy Beer Advocate with its steamed, shrill Shitlords. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a charming figure of Fairydust Donaldson.

Flora gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a tactless, tight-fisted, beer drinker with fragile fingernails and dirty thighs. Her friends saw her as a vigilant, vigorous volcano. Once, she had even saved a purple old man that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a tactless person who had once saved a purple old man that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Fairydust had in store today.

The clouds danced like drinking dogs, making Flora afraid. Flora grabbed a tattered sausage that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Flora stepped outside and Fairydust came closer, she could see the robust smile on her face.

"I am here because I want Butt stuff," Fairydust bellowed, in a cowardly tone. She slammed her fist against Flora's chest, with the force of 6092 hamsters. "I frigging love you, Flora Superhalk."

Flora looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the tattered sausage. "Fairydust, I'm gonna butter your-buns," she replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two knowledgeable, kooky koalas rampaging at a very brutal bar mitzvah, which had trance music playing in the background and two peculiar uncles partying to the beat.

Flora regarded Fairydust's beautiful fingernails and ample thighs. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Fairydust.

"Please?" begged Flora with puppy dog eyes.

Fairydust looked shocked, her body blushing like a knobbly, knotty kettle.

Then Fairydust came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END
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