A truly bonny dram
My friend Dave, the scotch whisky fancier, recently presented me with a grand gift: a bottle of The Macallan 18.
This is the right stuff, laddie, sure enough.
It'll cost you a pretty penny, too: List price on the distillery's Web site is 68 pounds.
Don't ask me if it's worth it (I didn't buy it, and neither did Dave). All I know is this is a very fine drink. Every sip should be preceded by a discerning sniff. Only a small amount should be allowed to flow over the lip at a time. Then it should be held in the mouth long enough to bathe the tongue before swallowing. Pause at least five minutes thereafter and repeat.
Two things amaze me about scotch: how much they vary from one brand to another; and the intensity and complexity of flavor that can be poured into a single bottle.
Here's to Scotland!
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Back in my days Doug, I was never one much on Scotch, sorta tasted a wee bit like kerosene to me. Now there was an old feller up above Hampton Tn. , reckon he was about old as the hills when I met him and now he made some mighty fine "sippin whiskey". He kept that stuff in the spring house, covered with a limestone rock and had a cathead biscuit floating in it. You reached up on the wall and got down a goard dipper and got you a bit in it and took a good long draw on it.
It was just right temperature for sipping. Like your scotch you had to let it just sorta ripple over the tongue and slide slowly like a cold mountain stream slipping over a rock and swallow slowly as not to disturb even one taste bud. You could feel the glow as it reached the pit of the stomach. It started there and gently warmed your insides like standing next to a glowing fireplace on a chilly autumn day. Now, Doug, that's some fine stuff my boy and it sure didn't cost an arm and a leg . I think for a couple of dollars donation one could take home a quart fruit jar. By accepting donations , he could never be found guilty of selling illegal whiskey.
He occassionaly made some fine apple jack as well. My ,My how time does fly.
Unfortunately the old man is gone, died at 95 and didn't have a grey hair in his head and had never been sick a day in his life. Along with him when the art of making fine sippin whiskey.
Posted on April 17, 2005 11:04 PM
Guess you can't beat home cooking.
Posted on April 19, 2005 10:26 AM
Well said Doug. Aye but for a shame the dear old man passed from us without even a word on the makin of his fine wiskey.
Posted on April 19, 2005 9:44 PM