Geonesis – David John Watson
Whisky: The English Whisky Company (Not Yet Whisky), Connemara Peated Irish, Monkey Shoulder
Another outing to Robert’s home-away-from-home in the countryside. Liquorature gatherings at the acreage are fast becoming things of legend. This was another fine evening.
First things first…our resident “Jamie-Oliver-in-training’, Clint, outdid himself once again with his culinary prowess. He paraded out Liquorature favorite ‘bacon wrapped bacon’ (ya gotta try it to believe it), beer can chicken, roasted peppers and cabbage, baked potatoes and fresh salsa. Careful, Ostby…soon we’ll all be contracting you.
Robert’s whisky selection was quite a tour. England, Ireland and Scotland this time. That’s right…England. The English Whisky Company (St. George’s Distillery) has been busy bottling the first run of English whisky in over a century. The bottle we had this night was ‘Not Yet Whisky’ bottled just before the mandatory 3 year mark (in order to be labeled as ‘whisky’ that is). Surpringly tasty for a new make. I will have to have another go at this one (if Robert allows). Off to Scotland for the Monkey Shoulder next. Read the bottle or visit their site for an interesting little anecdote as to the origins of the name. This is a blended malt whisky (not be confused with a blended whisky). First impression…meh. Tried again a little later and liked it much more, though whether that was due to whisky tongue or the liquor opening up…I’ll have to re-evaluate. Last stop…Ireland for the Connemara. I have been waiting to try this one for a while now. A peated Irish malt. Quite nice. Big fruity sour green apple and peat flavor. Nifty.
And for the rummies…a return to Zaya. A unanimous adoration for this cane nectar led to an encore, much to the delight of all. The bottle was done early.
Cozied around the fire we devolved into a lengthy discussion on all the taboo subjects we could indulge in without reproachful wives, before settling into the strengths and weaknesses of the book of the month.
A little history…
This book was selected by Robert. Why’d he pick it? It was written by his brother, David John Watson. And how did it fare? Well…it was pretty much unanimous, I think. Mr. Watson…if reading here (and I hope you do)…take note. ALL of us thought that this book deserved more than self-publication. A couple of hours with a proof-reader and editor, and…voila! The concensus was that this work unequivocably stands on its own merit as a fairly well-written techno-thriller, strong in science and with a fascinating take on…well…anymore details would spoil things. This book should be shopped around. Someone will kick themselves for not picking this up. The guys anxiously await a second novel. Consider this your first pre-sale.
I should mention this gathering was held on a chilly March eve around the fire. When the flame finally burnt down to coals we meandered inside to sip and strum. Four acoustics, a lot of pitch problems, and some fun tunes.
Meaningful moments? Pork draped in pork…Bauer following Clint’s cue from the previous acreage outing…a whisky tour of the UK (lazy Welsh…get it together!! )…cigars by the fire…Clint’s liquid rubber shoes…a ton of laughs…far too much Steven Seagal…Star Wars gangsta rap…and who f*ck could forget Tito Baldwin?!
Another one in the books…