Drubbing
110% Smiley-Free
Have bought 2 watches the last 2 months, I entered yet another slippery slope of empty wallethood.
I hosted a Whisk[e]y night on GF eve last week. I know nothing about Whisky, and little more about Whiskey. I bought a small batch bourbon as back up, not expecting to like anything on the tasting menu, as my previous whisky experience ran to high end peatys like The Antiseptic Laophroag. See, you can't even spell the fkin thing. Which is what I told Alan, A Scot, of course, and serious whisky collector. He said, "I'll change your mind, and it won't be hard."
He was right. We started light and worked up and it was Glencairn glasses all round. He bought a blended! scotch which was fucking tops. Gt King Street. Light, creamy, lots of flavour and finish. My favourite spirit drop up to that moment was Makers Mark. It shat all over it and set it alight. Most bourbons are sweet smoky affairs and not a lot going on. Knob Creek is a fair exception, but too refined for my full appreciation.
Others on the taste were AnCnoc, Clynelish, Jack Daniels single barrel, my Hudson Baby Bourbon, and another one or two I can't remember, for obvious reasons.
The JD went undrunk and to be fair was only brought along for drinks in between the tasting. it was pedestrian and tasted much like the bog standard Jack.
Everyone loved Clynelish, as expected as we worked up. But the Hudsons was the surprise package. Everyone thought it a cracking good bourbon - almost Scotch-like. Even my philistine palate could tell when I opened it a couple of days before the tasting - it was a lot different to any bourbon I'd tried. No overpowering sweetness or smoke, but a big punch that opened up with a dash of water, to complex for me to deflavour, but a finish forever, just really nice.
The downside? It comes in 300ml bottles and is $90. The upside, Alan left me the King St.
I hosted a Whisk[e]y night on GF eve last week. I know nothing about Whisky, and little more about Whiskey. I bought a small batch bourbon as back up, not expecting to like anything on the tasting menu, as my previous whisky experience ran to high end peatys like The Antiseptic Laophroag. See, you can't even spell the fkin thing. Which is what I told Alan, A Scot, of course, and serious whisky collector. He said, "I'll change your mind, and it won't be hard."
He was right. We started light and worked up and it was Glencairn glasses all round. He bought a blended! scotch which was fucking tops. Gt King Street. Light, creamy, lots of flavour and finish. My favourite spirit drop up to that moment was Makers Mark. It shat all over it and set it alight. Most bourbons are sweet smoky affairs and not a lot going on. Knob Creek is a fair exception, but too refined for my full appreciation.
Others on the taste were AnCnoc, Clynelish, Jack Daniels single barrel, my Hudson Baby Bourbon, and another one or two I can't remember, for obvious reasons.
The JD went undrunk and to be fair was only brought along for drinks in between the tasting. it was pedestrian and tasted much like the bog standard Jack.
Everyone loved Clynelish, as expected as we worked up. But the Hudsons was the surprise package. Everyone thought it a cracking good bourbon - almost Scotch-like. Even my philistine palate could tell when I opened it a couple of days before the tasting - it was a lot different to any bourbon I'd tried. No overpowering sweetness or smoke, but a big punch that opened up with a dash of water, to complex for me to deflavour, but a finish forever, just really nice.
The downside? It comes in 300ml bottles and is $90. The upside, Alan left me the King St.
