If you're not in the habit of checking out the Drink section where all the reviews happen... well, who could blame you? The assortment was pretty sparse during the first year. That's all changing though, as I've just finished offering up my notes on the entire Single Cask Nation lineup to date (when the whisky fairy delivers that Catoctin Creek, you'll be the first to know). My latest review on their single cask Glen Moray is especially useful if you'd like to know more about the unique relationship between Scotch whisky and Spanish wine. That's more what the Drink section is - a journal dedicated to whisky dissection, titration, and analysis, apart from the Blog section where science meets politics and anything goes.
In other news, you'll be excited to hear that I've just tasted my favorite pair of tequilas so far, and I've got a mescal tasting to attend next week. Cognacs and Armagnacs are on the horizon, and exciting things are happening with a local vodka distillery (I am trying to arrange a virtual tour). It's all happening here and in the reviews! Catch you on the flip side.
"God made the kitten that man may pet the lion."
I'm sitting out here on the plains, just north of the dry line, tuned in to TVNWeather and watching super cells burst through the cap and roll across the plains. It's shaping up to be a stormy couple of days, but the rain is therapeutic and I'm all in for the farmers working on their red winter wheat (a prime mash ingredient for many of your favorite bourbons). I thought I'd take a break from a string of delicious whisky reviews to get reacquainted with the next round, starting with this mature beauty (one of the last bottles of its kind).
This whisky combined with a rainy evening provides the perfect moment for a little reflection on where I'd like to bring this blog over the next year. For starters, I'm definitely going to lean in heavily on the reviews. I've got bottles lined up for finishing off, but I don't want to drink them until I can memorialize their contents in a worthy update to the Drink section. I have plans for getting creative with the recommendations. Additionally, there are plenty of spirits out there that deserve their day in the sun: cognac, armagnac, pisco, cachaca, and mescal, to name a few. Sun can come later though. Tonight, it's this sweet little peat bomb and anticipation of a delivery from the whisky fairy. It's a thing. Google it. Just don't Google "Irish Whisky Fairy" unless you want to see NSFW whisky pin-ups. I warned you - Irish.
Either way, sometime next week I'm expecting the fairy to drop off a bottle of the Nation's newest release.
I realize we're all grown ass adults here, but it's still okay to get excitable about things. This is how we recall the holiday seasons of our youth: not by worshiping at the altar of whisky, whisky icons, or material possession, but in delighting once again at the joy of surprises, provenance, and giving. Whisky in a box will do that. It occurs to me that we could all use a little more magic in our daily lives, something that reminds us of the mysteries that lurked around every corner of our childhood. We often don't need to sit down and read a blog that claims to give us all the answers (pro tip: they don't exist). Sometimes we just want to love again and believe.
Whisky from the "fairy" is absolutely best when gifted to other people, but if you're lonely - and really want to pretend - you could always do worse than hopping online and shipping yourself the promise of delicious discovery. Just don't be lonely. Message me. You've got a friend (in a non-creepy way).
Stay tuned for Benriach, Kilchoman, and Laphroaig on the flip side.