No, I did not take home the bacon – flavored whiskey mustard. I left it at Ross for another redneck. And though I have said many times I am a recovering redneck, I suppose it is actually true since I was able to bypass this purchase and with very little effort. A true redneck would have purchased every bottle, wrapped them as Christmas presents, and sent them to all their relatives living in the gray states. Bacon. Whiskey. Mustard. Merry Christmas. Jesus died for your sins so you could have bacon flavored whiskey mustard. Oh. Wrong holiday. Jesus was born in a manager so you could have bacon flavored whiskey mustard on his birthday.