Alicia and I were invited to friends for dinner the other evening. The man of the house shares my appreciation for Single Malt Scotch.
A coincidence? I think not.
Realizing that I have probably already lost at least half my reading audience, I trudge on.
He mentioned that he had a bottle of fifteen-year-old Dalwhinnie that he purchased about thirty years ago, making it at least 45 years old, still in the box. Did I want to try it?
And why wouldn’t I?
He handed me the box as he gently worked to remove the cork, allowing the contents to breathe for the first time in almost half a century.
I read the following:
Now maybe you don’t find this label as arousing as I did, but I was full of anticipation.
Typically, I would have enjoyed it neat, with just a few drops of water, but my host is an officer for a company that manufactures ice machines, so I guess he puts ice in everything. But, if that was the biggest problem I had that day, it was still a very good day and the only reason I even mention it is to head off the purists who will call attention to the ice and my lack of sophistication.
This is a very mild, gentle Scotch and I would confidently describe the predominate flavor as honey.
It was a welcome change from my favorite, Laphroaig, which has been described as tasting like burning seaweed soaked in iodine. (It really is good though!)
Dalwhinnie is a great quality whisky and I’ll be looking for a bottle soon.
Five stars from this guy and thanks, Mark.