Oh, yeah…
Mrs. Non-Gorilla: Morning Mrs. Gorilla.
Mrs. Gorilla: Morning Mrs. Non-Gorilla.
Mrs. Non-Gorilla: Have you been shopping?
Mrs. Gorilla: No … been shopping.
Mrs. Non-Gorilla: Did you buy anything?
Mrs. Gorilla: A bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue!
She reveals a bottle of whisky on a white tray, on a trolley.
Mrs. Non-Gorilla: What d’you buy that for?
Mrs. Gorilla: Oooh! It was a bargain.
For me, it’s not to “open it up” it’s to “water it down”.
It’s just too alcohol-tasting to me. Of course, that’s a normal person’s opinion of the stuff I drink.
I’m sure that if you’re used to drinking stuff that’s over 100 proof, you can get some of the flavors out of the cask strength that are lost on me.
We really need to have an AllDope Scotch Tasting Get-Together in the middle of the country some day. I’d empty the cabinet for that!
I’m with you, that’s the only scotch I’ll drink any more. The 25 year was something else …
My friends keep giving me Laphroaig but it just doesn’t do it for me.
I’m in. What date do we show up at your house?
If you have never heard of it, you might find the SMWSA a group you would want to join.
I think he said the middle of the country.
But I do believe my husband would drive to Texas or somethin’ for that!
There’s a bar in Baltimore that’s known as a Scotch Whiskey bar.
It’s called “Birds of a Feather”. I think it says “Scotch Whiskey Bar” on the sign. If I’m picturing it correctly (and I think I am) it’s actual “bar” (where the bottles are kept in front of the mirror) is entirely single malt scotches. There are 2 glass cases, from the floor up the sides of the mirror that are filled with good bourbon, more scotch, and a few bottles of the rest of the booze (gin, vodka, etc.).
Here’s their list of scotch.
Here’s a picture of the place.
That’s not entirely up to date. The owners are listed as John and Alicia Horn, but John got brain cancer like 2 years ago, had surgery and was all right, but he died maybe 5 months ago. She’s still running the joint though.
Thanks, Trunk! My husband will be glad to know about this place! He does a lot of work in Blatimore.
And in Baltimore, too! Dammit, I even previewed!
I’ve typed Blatimore so many times in my life, I sometimes say it.
At least your location doesn’t read “Blatimore, Jakc!”
AWWWWW…you are TOO sweet!
[sub]you can’t drink me, however…so you might want to change your vote,[/sub]
Oban and Balvenie are my favorites.
Ohh that’s a good idea, let’s talk about scotch bars too.
In Denver the best is the Bull and Bush. A great selection of standard scotch.
http://www.bullandbush.com/Scotchmenu.php
And the best part is the secret stashes. People sometimes bring in their own bottles of special stuff and store them there. Then let other people they meet sample them.
They also have good food and good homebrews, and claim to be the first sportbar.
My favourite scotch is Lagavulin, simply because it’s the finest scotch in the world with a taste they probably can’t even produce in heaven.
There is something for everyone in Scotch. I personally can’t stand most Islay malts, especially Lagavulin. But then, a lot of people can’t stand Talisker, which is one of my favorites. But I think we can all stand united in declaring that Lismore is the worst concoction masquerading as “Scotch” on the planet.
Ohhhhh? Have ye tried any Clan MacGregor, then? I have a plastic jug of it that I only use when I want to disinfect my tonsils.
The “Good” scotch iin the house is House of Stuart. I do drink good scotch on the rare occasions I go out. I finally found a bar that had a bottle of Laphroaig (Which I knew of because it was mentioned in a Trevanian Novel), and It was like a mystical experience. I could taste the ocean…
I’d probably go with Lagavulin 16 year.
I do have soft spots for Ardbeg and Laphroaig. I can pronounce Talisker and Oban. I think Glenlivet is a little overrated.
I’ve been away for a while so missed the prime of this thread.
Still, I couldn’t resist mentioning that my favorite Scotch is 25-year-old Bowmore. Among its many wonders is the fact that upon opening the bottle (a blue glazed beauty), you’re greeted with the most exquisite, smooth, and delicious aroma imaginable (for a Scotch drinker, of course). And then … the taste. Smooth, sweet, sumptious butterscotch, a bit of fruit, and even a subtle peatiness. An oleo of olfactory and gustatory delights. All with a seemingly endless finish. Truly magnificent.
In case you’re wondering, it was a gift. But, if I could find another bottle around here, I would not hesitate to buy it despite the price.