A Wednesday night, the perfect time within the last
week of thesis submissions for the end whisky tasting for the year combined
with a céilidh… Thank goodness I own a coffee machine.
We started the evening finding ourselves in the
university of Edinburgh’s debating hall, where the remnants of the Harry Potter
society’s ball were still existing. Thus we began the evening through dram one
to two discussing the dirty debauchery of cos-play of university students
between myself and an off duty neuroscience researcher and biology
intermediary… Indeed this only improved my embracement towards Aqua Vitae.
The 1st apparently has their dear beloved distillery
workers playing the pipes and having an infusion of magical fairy waters (there
are only few substances that will make you see them; I believe we have a Unique
Selling Point). It was an Aberlour 10yo standard from the land of Speyside.
Soft as a velvet bottom of an untouched nun, with distinct sherry notes.
Number two was encompassed with initial notes of the opening
of a brand new BMW with grey leather seats, with again a hint of the sweet
stuff. Apricot smooth peach stains of Aberlour are reminiscent. Though in
tasting we find the dirty stains of Diageo's Teaninich 10yo Flora and Faunaon
on the back seat. A main ingredient in Johnnie Walker's smoothness.
The third can wipe the first away from my beseeched tongue.
Caramel wood gives the tasting an upgrade. This very oak flavour complimented
with almonds and then bestowed with a caramelised courting to the nose. With a
treacling towards a young tasting of adultery. However this sherry based
influence has a distinct flavour of bicycle rubber and nitrates (pin pointed by
my research accomplice)
Putting the ass in class we have upgraded to Baron deSigognac VSOP Armagnac coming in at a very affordable price of 27.75.
A tobacco and black leather burn, combined with ester
organic highness in the inhalation process. As the céilidh gets into full swing in the background, the caramelisation of cask strength is thought
of. Celtic suppression of rage is met as it whips out of the woodwork a barrel
of blacksmith asphyxiation.
As I espy the witches wheel being performed on the dance
floor, this one is black as hell and I'm savouring it...Glenrothes 23yo 1989
bottled independently by Signatory.
Peat and vanilla loom in these waters. Light, fragrent, but
with a distinctive ash that makes me think of Islay. Au contraire it’s a
Speyside lass with peated barley and a spicy tattoo alluring the richness of
vanilla. Deception is definitely the perfect characteristic to summarise the BenRiachCuriositas 10yo, and a very good closing finish to the final two drams.
The night wares on, and I spot a bottle of poor Flora being
combined with black isle beer in a pint cup. I take this opportunity to rescue
the bottle from mixology murder and look over my notes. Oh...it really is that
blunt a composition with slurring included in a quarter. Now the pre-emptive fear has
envisaged me to think of next morning’s hauntings; when my maternal coffee
machine decides to not bestow the necessary burst of concentrated caffeine. Urgent blessings towards this final dram.
Slàinte mhath!
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