sweetcell wrote:Fair enough. At the same point: Johnnie Walker, Dewars, Macallan, Glenlivet. . . your most commonly found in bars scotches are fairly easy to pronounce.
i believe the thing that keeps most folks from getting into scotch is pronunciation.
The Whisk(e)y Thread
Carlos Spicyweiner: Good barkeeptress, mayhaps a snifter of the glenlivet [takes loud tiny sip with pinkie raised]. Ooh as delightful as the barley-scented bubble-bath I enjoyed yaisterdawn with me porridge.
Relaxer: Gimme a jack and a bj.
Relaxer: Gimme a jack and a bj.
Dearest Relaxer, my haberdasher heard from your apothecary that you have been suffering from a terrible case of consumption! I empathize, by glabrous associate: on occasion the vagaries of managing my trust fund are taxing to the spirit!
Carlos wrote:
Dearest Relaxer, my haberdasher heard from your apothecary that you have been suffering from a terrible case of consumption! I empathize, by glabrous associate: on occasion the vagaries of managing my trust fund are taxing to the spirit!
Its funny because its true.
awesome.
My first taste of scotch was this super peaty stuff my friend brought back from Scotland (called big peat or something to that effect) and it just tasted like it came from the bottom of a bog.
I'm not opposed to things that taste like the ocean, but as a beginner, I'm staying away from super peaty items.
My first taste of scotch was this super peaty stuff my friend brought back from Scotland (called big peat or something to that effect) and it just tasted like it came from the bottom of a bog.
I'm not opposed to things that taste like the ocean, but as a beginner, I'm staying away from super peaty items.
Have any of you lushes tried Lock, Stock, and Barrel rye? The guy that makes it befriended me last year. He also invented St. Germaine, which I gather is some frou-frou apperitif. Sold it to Bacardi for mucho millions and bought himself a couple hundred acres of land in Maui.
ggw wrote:You met Robert Cooper? WOW. Yes, St. Germain is a mainstay in my homebar and anyone who claims to be into mixology who doesn't have it should be immediately dismissed.
He also invented St. Germaine, which I gather is some frou-frou apperitif. Sold it to Bacardi for mucho millions and bought himself a couple hundred acres of land in Maui.
love Laphroaig - brought back a bottle of Ardbeg last month after I hiked part of the West Highland Way. I also really like Talisker and Highland Park.
The very first whisky I had was Tamdhu (many years ago) - it was pretty mild.
The very first whisky I had was Tamdhu (many years ago) - it was pretty mild.
Carlos wrote:ggw wrote:You met Robert Cooper? WOW.
He also invented St. Germaine, which I gather is some frou-frou apperitif. Sold it to Bacardi for mucho millions and bought himself a couple hundred acres of land in Maui.
Can't tell whether you are serious or not. Great guy. Told me his goal in life was to get to the point that he could wear board shorts and tee shirts every day. Reached that goal by his mid-30s. I'm envious.
Got wrote:Had Ardberg Perpetuum last week. AWESOME. Talisker is a great go-to cheaper scotch.
love Laphroaig - brought back a bottle of Ardbeg last month after I hiked part of the West Highland Way. I also really like Talisker and Highland Park.
Highland Park I just have never been into. It's not bad but you're paying a premium for the well-known name and I always feel I can get something better for equal $.
ggw wrote:I edited my comment. I was serious, I knew exactly who you were referring to as soon as you said "invented St. Germaine".Carlos wrote:ggw wrote:You met Robert Cooper? WOW.
He also invented St. Germaine, which I gather is some frou-frou apperitif. Sold it to Bacardi for mucho millions and bought himself a couple hundred acres of land in Maui.
Can't tell whether you are serious or not. Great guy. Told me his goal in life was to get to the point that he could wear board shorts and tee shirts every day. Reached that goal by his mid-30s. I'm envious.
He spins a great yarn about it. When he was in college, some bartender in London made him a cocktail with essence of elderflower. That got him thinking about making an elderflower liqueur and he spent a couple of years figuring out exactly how to distill it. Has a whole fleet of migrant workers in the south of France who separate by hand the stamens and the pistils.
The Lock Stock Rye tastes legimitately good but I get irritated by these companies that try and position themselves as ye olde distillers laboring in mid-western warehouses stacked high with dusty barrels and old relatives, when the reality is, dude went to Alberta, Canada and bought a bunch of stock whiskey and slapped an old-timey label on it with some story about its legacy and charged $120 per bottle. I mean, the company was started less than ten years ago and has been selling its 13 year old rye for a couple years now, so clearly he did not actually make this stuff.
That said, the rye itself is very good. And I'm not against all sourced whiskies. Noah's Mill is an excellent sourced whiskey, comprised of a blend of various ages and mashbills. I just tired of the marketing that some of these whiskies hammer you over the head with.
That said, the rye itself is very good. And I'm not against all sourced whiskies. Noah's Mill is an excellent sourced whiskey, comprised of a blend of various ages and mashbills. I just tired of the marketing that some of these whiskies hammer you over the head with.
Relaxer wrote:
Interestingly enough, as long as we're discussing fun candy drinks, I've become quite enamored with this occasional tipple:
If I drink it more than once a week, I feel shame, but when it's been awhile, a little of this with ice is a delightfully tasty dessert-style drink. Added bonus: Every woman I've offered this to has loved it and found me immediately more interesting.
Here you go with a drink-style dessert
I think I contracted diabetes just by reading that recipe.
Relaxer wrote:No, it was definitely your genetics and "condishuns". Its basically impossible to not get diabetes if your body is pre-disposed to it. #EffYourRecipeStandards
I think I contracted diabetes just by reading that recipe.
For years, I've shamefully, pathetically eschewed scotch on account of it offending my vewwy vewwy delicate taste buds.
"I don't like it," I would complain, dicklessly. "It's not vewwy yummy," I would continue, femininely.
Those days are over, my friends.
For I have discovered a scotch that does not make me get my period, does not give me hot flashes of matronly heat. It comforts my fragile palate with whispers and rumors of smoky intentions rather than assault my girlish figure with an overwhelming sensation of drinking a swamp.
My whisk(e)y contemporaries on other, lesser boards urged me to try such peaty scotches as Lauiouaphruoeuaggue, Glennfiddisticifigical and Arbagogaurgaba5abunga, but they found no favor in my hot wet mouth. These were foolish recommendations, akin to asking a young man to learn baseball by joining the Baltimore Orioles.
What's needed is a gateway, an entry, a path, that escorts the drinker to pleasure rather than immediately shave his back and climb inside.
Today, I know that whisk(e)y is Bowmore 12 Year.
It has all the dark, smoky resonance of a Native American hipster, providing that wonderfully soulful ache of scotch without the bombardment of sour stupid moss. It has overtones of leather, wood and oil, but not in a sexual way as most would assume. I still prefer the sweetness of Irish with a blurp of syrup, but this provides a dramatic and appealing counterpoint.
"Now THIS is what I like," I exclaimed while sitting down to pee.
Thus far, it can't stand alone as my exclusive nightly tipple, but it has served excellently as my final 'goodnight' before heading to bed in my nightgown.
If you've wanted to try a scotch but were intimidated by it, as I am about everything, then you might give Bowmore 12 a chance. For my own personal best results, I enjoy it with one ice cube in a Glencairn glass, which I lift to my mouth with pinkie raised.
"I don't like it," I would complain, dicklessly. "It's not vewwy yummy," I would continue, femininely.
Those days are over, my friends.
For I have discovered a scotch that does not make me get my period, does not give me hot flashes of matronly heat. It comforts my fragile palate with whispers and rumors of smoky intentions rather than assault my girlish figure with an overwhelming sensation of drinking a swamp.
My whisk(e)y contemporaries on other, lesser boards urged me to try such peaty scotches as Lauiouaphruoeuaggue, Glennfiddisticifigical and Arbagogaurgaba5abunga, but they found no favor in my hot wet mouth. These were foolish recommendations, akin to asking a young man to learn baseball by joining the Baltimore Orioles.
What's needed is a gateway, an entry, a path, that escorts the drinker to pleasure rather than immediately shave his back and climb inside.
Today, I know that whisk(e)y is Bowmore 12 Year.
It has all the dark, smoky resonance of a Native American hipster, providing that wonderfully soulful ache of scotch without the bombardment of sour stupid moss. It has overtones of leather, wood and oil, but not in a sexual way as most would assume. I still prefer the sweetness of Irish with a blurp of syrup, but this provides a dramatic and appealing counterpoint.
"Now THIS is what I like," I exclaimed while sitting down to pee.
Thus far, it can't stand alone as my exclusive nightly tipple, but it has served excellently as my final 'goodnight' before heading to bed in my nightgown.
If you've wanted to try a scotch but were intimidated by it, as I am about everything, then you might give Bowmore 12 a chance. For my own personal best results, I enjoy it with one ice cube in a Glencairn glass, which I lift to my mouth with pinkie raised.
There?s No Nice Way to Say This: $26,000 Worth of Pappy Van Winkle Is Almost Certainly About to Be Destroyed
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Relaxer wrote:I like that you're drinking scotch now. I hope I'm not one of those crumbums who directed you to go straight to the peaty sea-water variety of scotch.
For years, I've shamefully, pathetically eschewed scotch on account of it offending my vewwy vewwy delicate taste buds.
"I don't like it," I would complain, dicklessly. "It's not vewwy yummy," I would continue, femininely.
Those days are over, my friends.
For I have discovered a scotch that does not make me get my period, does not give me hot flashes of matronly heat. It comforts my fragile palate with whispers and rumors of smoky intentions rather than assault my girlish figure with an overwhelming sensation of drinking a swamp.
My whisk(e)y contemporaries on other, lesser boards urged me to try such peaty scotches as Lauiouaphruoeuaggue, Glennfiddisticifigical and Arbagogaurgaba5abunga, but they found no favor in my hot wet mouth. These were foolish recommendations, akin to asking a young man to learn baseball by joining the Baltimore Orioles.
What's needed is a gateway, an entry, a path, that escorts the drinker to pleasure rather than immediately shave his back and climb inside.
Today, I know that whisk(e)y is Bowmore 12 Year.
It has all the dark, smoky resonance of a Native American hipster, providing that wonderfully soulful ache of scotch without the bombardment of sour stupid moss. It has overtones of leather, wood and oil, but not in a sexual way as most would assume. I still prefer the sweetness of Irish with a blurp of syrup, but this provides a dramatic and appealing counterpoint.
"Now THIS is what I like," I exclaimed while sitting down to pee.
Thus far, it can't stand alone as my exclusive nightly tipple, but it has served excellently as my final 'goodnight' before heading to bed in my nightgown.
If you've wanted to try a scotch but were intimidated by it, as I am about everything, then you might give Bowmore 12 a chance. For my own personal best results, I enjoy it with one ice cube in a Glencairn glass, which I lift to my mouth with pinkie raised.
If you like Islays, you might want to try my favorite <$100 scotch, the Bruichladdich 10 year.
Great! Thanks for the recommendation. I have just placed an order for five 1 liter bottles of Jameson Black Barrel and one bottle of Bruichladdich's Laddie 10 yr. I look forward to sharing my thoughts.
