“I thought jerky was for road trips—until Pollard’s arrived in a box more elegant than my cufflinks.”
~ Langston P., Enthusiast of Expensive Errors

“Pairs beautifully with a Partagás Serie D. No 5, except more.”
~ Salvatore D., Retired Vice Chairman (and Vice Connoisseur)

“The last time I tasted something this bold, it came with a scandal and a cigar.”
~ Dorian H., Member, Nocturne Club of London

“To call it jerky is a disservice. This is aged beef in epistolary form.”
~ Winters R., Occasional Poet, Constant Hedonist

“Pollard’s has ruined other jerky for me. And improved my evenings immeasurably.”
~ Basil T., Humidor Collector and Smoker of the Eternal Flame

“It tastes like it was cut by a man who drinks his bourbon neat and reads Latin for pleasure.”
~ Jasper V., Dual Citizen of Two Former Empires

“I gifted it to my father. He wept. We smoked. We forgave each other everything.”
~ Matteo L., Firstborn of a Very Old Family

“I once bought jerky at an airport. I now understand repentance.”
~ Algernon C., Collector of Mistakes and Rare Cigars

 “Chewed slowly, it recalls a Hungarian hunting lodge and a ruined affair.”
~ Viktor S., Widower of Several Beautiful Months

“I keep it in my humidor. Right next to the Cubans and the letters I never sent.”
~ Everett D., Gentleman Emeritus

“Pollard’s is not a snack. It is an interruption of the ordinary.”
~ Sir Bernard T., Smoker, Scholar, Sometimes Saint

"Pollard's Gentleman Jerky’s signature red velvet bag did not fall short of its nicely balanced flavors and high meat quality."~ TasteTv