. . . but I do. Nearly 40 years old, and I do like a single glass of Johnny Walker in the evening, neat or with just a bit of water. My pre-30 yr old self would be flabbergasted. Whereas just the thought of things that dude enjoyed of an evening–two Long Island iced teas or a couple of orange-flavored vodkas–make my 40 yr old self want to retch.
I’ve tried to like it. I just can’t. Beer it is for me and will likely always be.
Koxinga, I’m the same way. I used to never touch brown hard liquor. Tequila used to make me barf, and I never touched whiskey. A friend of mine is a bartender and he and his Scottish buddy are always drinking fine single malts. I started to try them and am really beginning to appreciate them. I like them with a single ice cube. I notice that I’ll sip it for hours and it seems to slow down my alcohol consumption. I’ve trying a couple of different Macallans on recommendation from this board. Whenver I’m in NYC I like to try a sample flight of whiskey samplers from Keens. My nephew fancies himself as a whisky connoiseur so I gave him a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold (his drink of choise) for his 21st birthday. Hell, I sure as shit couldn’t afford that when I was his age. Kids these days! I’m also acquiring a taste for premium 100% agave tequila.
I loves whisky. I used to drink bourbon, but now I’m into scotch. I usually drink Dewar’s or Cutty Sark (the two best scotches that my favorite bar carries). It occurred to me a couple weeks ago that, “Hey, I work for one of the fanciest hotels in town. I’ll bet we’ve got some good scotch up in the lounge.” Indeed we do. I finally got to sample a glass of Glenfiddich. Heavenly! And worth the $14 (it was a double). There was also a bottle of Glenlivet on the shelf next to the Glenfiddich, so I’ll try that next time.
Hell yeah. A good bourbon or Scots is all I imbibe anymore.
I tried getting into scotch recently, but it just didn’t work out. I sampled at least 20 varieties of single and blended malt at a whisky festival last month, and discovered that the only things I liked were the bourbons.
Hooray for bourbon, and their close brethren, sourmash whiskeys. For some reason, I’ve loved these particular brown liquors since I was young man. Lovely stuff. And I’ve never, ever cared for scotch; tastes like paint thinner.