Wrong kind of bar association for this offence, I’m afraid.
D’oh! [Note to self: when come back, read thread]
To a lot of people Smirnoff IS the expensive stuff. :smack:
My dad still hasn’t touched the 1800 (100% agave) I got him to put in his Margaritas instead of the Monarch Tequila.
/Lagavulin 16
//Balvenie Double Wood 12
///Auchentoshan
Pretty much shows what he thinks of you, and other people he probably calls his “friends”.
What a tool.
Hmm…
On the one hand, McSnooterson is a pleonasm, 'cos “Mc” is already “son of”.
On the other hand, “-ton” is an Anglo-Saxon suffix, not a Scottish one.
On the gripping hand, Cutty Sark, served up honestly as Cutty Sark, is probably perfectly good whisky for those who aren’t into single malt, but passing it off as Glenfiddich is reprehensible. (It takes time to develop a whisky palate - as a juve, I struggled with unmixed whisky of any description - but once acquired, it’s worth the effort. A good single malt is a lot more flavourful than blended.)
How about if the OP change his name to The MacSnooter Of That Ilk (MacSnooter of MacSnooter), conveying that he is head of the senior family in the clan? 
Not only is the host a dick, he’s really pathetic. Imagine living in world where you spent your time and energy on this kind of shit.
You had better be glad we’re not in the pit. What’s the world coming to, when the man can’t enjoy a frosty glass of cool, refreshing OJ without worrying that some doppelganger is masquerading as the good stuff. What’s next on your docket, swapping out “some pulp” for “with pulp”? Have you no shame, tyrant?
Orange juice is serious business and must not be tampered with.
Ach, naw laddie. He could only be The MacSnooter if he owned the Great Estate of the MacSnooters o’er by Ecclefechan (and a gie bleak place thon is too!).
I know it well. It has some of the liveliest free-range haggis in all the Highlands. Great sport if you’re into hunting them barefoot through the heather with a vintage flintlock, and well worth the exercise if you manage to bag a brace or two - they slip down a treat with some tatties, neaps, and (it need hardly be said) a wee dram of single malt. Also, being about the hairiest breed going, their skins make splendid sporrans.
You don’t need a flintlock to hunt haggis. Just chase them the wrong way around the hill and they topple over. You can collect them in a net at the bottom of the slope. I thought everyone knew that haggis have longer legs on one side than the other.
I’m pretty sure this was the plot of a Dick Francis novel.
In which case you did well by not outright accusing the drink swticher. You don’t want to wind up suffocating with your head encased in plaster of paris.
Only the airy mountain haggis. The ones that dwell in the rushy glens are adapted to level ground; they have legs all the same length, and can run rather fast; you can chase them down with haggis-hounds but most connoisseurs agree that this impairs the flavour. Stalking works out better, though it calls for the service of a really expert haggis-ghillie - most of whom accept payment only in single malt whisky, thus closing the circle. I once dropped a five-pointer at what we later measured at two hundred and thirty paces, back when my sighting eye was sharper than it is now, alas! Good times, good times.
The mountain haggis, of course, are short-coated and their hides are used in bagpipe manufacture - the long legs cover the bass drones, the short legs cover the tenor drone and the chanter (you don’t want to know where the wind-pipe goes :eek: ). Watch the solo piper at the Edinburgh Tattoo some time and you’ll see a set of “haggis pipes”. Only the best Highland tanners are able to bring out the animal’s natural tartan.
Not to mention, as has been pointed out upthread, it was probably only about a $10-12 difference between the two whiskys. I mean, shit. For the trouble of funneling one bottle’s contents into the other…hell, my time is worth more to me than that.
This is genius. Thanks, QtheM - I need that giggle.
But then how do I tell the difference between absinthe and anti-freeze if my life depended on it?
Just see which one makes your heart grow fonder.
:golf clap:
Since post #88, I’ve been reading the entire thread in the voice of grounds-keeper Willy from The Simpsons.
Plus, I want scotch…now.
Mmm…scotch.
Shodan, my friend, hie thee to a liquor store at the earliest opportunity and purchase a bottle of 12-year-old Macallan single malt scotch (approx. $35-$40). Sip it a little at a time, just half an ounce to an ounce or so. You probably won’t like it much at first, as scotch tends to be an acquired taste. But keep sipping it, every few days or so. Eventually you’ll reach the point where some sort of shift occurs in your taste buds and you’ll go “Damn, this shit is good!” Then get a bottle of Cutty Sark or Johnnie Walker or Chivas Regal (all perfectly good blends) and take a sip. Trust me, you’ll be able to tell the difference. 
And once you’ve done this, there are several (actually dozens) of other reasonably priced single malts with which you can do the same thing. And once you do that a few times, you’ll be able to tell the singles, not only from blended Scotch, but from each other. And once you’ve done that, you’ll find that you have one or two favorites. And then…OK, remind me again why we do this? 
~1cS
partial to Glenmorangie, amenable to all