The journey of Jefferson’s Ocean Aged at Sea Voyage 23 was a quiet and reflective one. Beginning its voyage at high noon under the clear skies of Savannah, Georgia, quickly crossing the Panama Canal and then dropping below the equator, it was a solitary and calm journey, with unusually few other ships in sight. The bourbon was allowed to rest, taking on the character of the sea and the wood of the barrels that cradled it. With time, it transformed into an exceptionally smooth, buttery and smokey tasting bourbon. This was no ordinary journey and it amounted in no ordinary bourbon.