I have an affinity for the scotch whisky Bowmore 12. It is a perfect blend of sweet and salty with hints of peat that speak to me. I’m convinced that I love the taste of the sea and the smell of peat because it’s in my Irish and Scottish DNA. If I was a rich man I would drink it often. However, $65 a bottle runs a little higher than my “daily dram” should.
Well good news everyone – I found Bowmore 12’s little sister. Té Bheag [pr. che-vek, and say it like a Klingon just for fun] is a delicious $40 blended scotch whisky. It’s not a refined, fine filly of a single malt that nuzzles up to you, but she’s a noble beast in her own right [i tried my hand a poetry there – I’ll stick with blogging maybe].
The collection – and yes that is a ferret guarding the Whiskey cellar
Time makes things better. I know maybe a little self-serving from a man over 50 with more white in his beard than red. But it’s hard to wait isn’t it? I can’t wait to use “Come on man, it’s 2017” [truthfully i’ve been using it all year].
Sometimes when i’m impatient i feel like Futurama’s Fry, from Futurama, on the tour of the Slurm factory…
Fry: Can we have some Slurm now?
Glurmo: No food or drink on the boat. You’ll have plenty of Slurm at the end of the tour, where you will party with Slurms McKenzie.
Fry: When will that be?
Glurmo: Soon enough.
Fry: That’s not soon enough!
“That’s not soon enough” indeed! This is what i’m waiting for now – For Royal City Brewery’s Sour with red currant. It taunts me every time i visit. Sitting there smugly at the front door in its large barrels,with the patience of Job [bible Job] souring in its own sweet time. Doesn’t it know that i love it and can’t wait to meet it?
Speaking of 1964, look what i discovered this week. I don’t know where to order it from yet but i want it. Actually i’m not sure how to pay for it either. I wish i had thought of that earlier. In 1964 this nectar was filled into ex-sherry casks [6 weeks after i was born]. When this cask was bottled in 1993 and released as a 29 yr old the price of a bottle was 100 British pounds. In 2007, as a 42-year-old the price was 4, 000. This last barrel, the bottles, if there are any left, go for almost 20,000 pounds. I hope i get to meet it someday. Hey, maybe i’m not getting older, i’m getting more expensive. Or something.