Monday, 26 January 2009

Don't try this at home...

Whisky is NOT good for quenching the thirst. Though enough of it may make you forget you actually HAD a thirst in the first place.

Thursday, 15 January 2009

New edition of Unfiltered, the Scotch Malt Whisky Society's magazine...

...and the front page story is about my trip to Lewis to investigate the world's most remote whisky distillery...Check it out here.

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Drambuie - still horrendous

Drambuie - the name comes from an dram buidheach,the drink that satisfies - is a whisky liqueur, the recipe for which allegedly has its source in the addled mind of Prince Charles Edward Stuart.

I've never liked it. Too cloyingly sweet (honey and, ahem, 'herbs' allegedly provide the flavour). Indeed, I dislike sweet liqueurs generally. And cocktails. Unless, of course one is watching The Big Lebowski and consuming numerous White Russians (milk, vodka, ice, Kahlua. Alcoholic iced hot chocolate). Anyway I obtained some supposedly 'old-style' Drambuie miniatures and last night, I opened one.

Some 14 hours later, my mouth still feels like it's been coated with alcoholic treacle. Absolutely awful. Who drinks this stuff? No wonder Prince Charlie lost the '45 if he was quaffing this stuff. Dude.

Sunday, 4 January 2009

End of the festivities

Susan bought me a bottle of Jamieson's (standard, no-age blend...the booze not the birthday) for my birthday and that very sweet dram has been hallmarking my last couple of days celebrating the new year. Very nice, but best neat. Adding water renders it immediately edgy.

A break now, I think, from booze. In the next month or two I'm going to be tackling a major radio series about drink and its various perils, and that will involve a sustained, public period of teetotalism. Better get in practice!

Thursday, 1 January 2009

2009, and where did that 18-year-old Jura go?

Woke up this morning thinking, well, that's it: a teetotal 2009...

Changed my mind, though. As it is, having carted out the empties from last night (dear God, how is that number of empty bottles even possible?) I'm wondering how all that 18-year-old Jura vanished? Wisnae me! I had a thimbleful at the bells and it was rather nice.

Now, I managed to get through Hogmanay without unsealing my precious hand-filled 25-year-old Pulteney. Will it last another year, though? We shall see.

Meanwhile, Slainte/Skol!