Whisky: Ardbeg Corryvreckan, Aberlour a’bunadh (Batch 21), Highwood Rye (Canadian), Springbank 10 y.o. 100 Proof
Rum: Bacardi 8 y.o., El Dorado 15 y.o.
We have yet to have a night out at the acreage that is not a resounding success. Until now.
Kidding. This was an amazing outing. Full of laughs, memories and mockery. Most are, but this one will shine on long after the event itself fades a little. There just seemed to be something magical about it. I think the others would all say the same. Thankfully the weather cooperated (this is late October, after all), though it wasn’t looking too promising earlier in the day. At one point in the morning (nearing noon) I had ventured out for a Red Bull, and the frosted lawns intandem with my visible exhalations made me groan. ‘Dear gawd…he doesn’t expect us to sit outside in this, does he?’ The temperature soared through the day though, and the evening turned out to be quite pleasant around the firepit.
Robert elected to do things a little differently with the bevvies this eve. We arrived to 6 decanters on display, each labeled with a ‘W’ or an ‘R’ to denote whisky or rum, and a number to differentiate them. Yep…Liquorature’s first blind tasting. Robert’s concern about embarrassing anyone or making anyone uncomfortable was completely unfounded, as the whole gang thought it was a brilliant turn and had a blast with it. The only challenge he made was to share which we liked the most. Cockiness got the best of a couple of us though, and it soon became a contest to determine the drams themselves.
Here was the rundown:
- W1: Highwood Rye (from right here in Alberta)
- W2: Ardbeg Corryvreckan
- W3: Springbank 10 y.o. 100 Proof
- W4: Aberlour a’bunadh
- R1: Bacardi 8 y.o.
- R2: El Dorado 15 y.o.
I’ll leave the results a secret here, something only for those that attended. Needless to say, it was a great time, and something I think we should do more often. As the boys become more serious about their liquor and the palates evolve a little, this is a nifty little exercise. Everyone is already seeing how much their appreciations and personal tastes have changed over the years. Well done, Watson.
Though I initially gave our host credit for the wonderful chili (and the whole spread really), he finally conceded it was his better half who had put together our feast. Hope you thanked her for us, though I’m sure some of the over-full groans and belches may have reached her ears over that 33km distance.
This was our last gathering of the old guard, as next month we welcome Chris and Jay to the newly conceived G8 (as christened by Surujbally). So, though we were down Bauer tonight (and Lance couldn’t make it), Robert’s priviledge to invite a guest rewarded us all with an evening of socializing with Mike. We all knew Mike from other circles, so it was a relaxed and easy fit.
We dove into the book after the rumblin’ tums were fed. Everyone geared up and we headed outdoors to sit around the fire. Robert shared why he picked this book, and Mike was able to relate. Having spent time working in the Middle East, many of the travel experiences and stuff were easily-relatable. Of course…he’s also a sucker for the political intrigue/action type story (as we know from his adoration of The Lion’s Game). Robert…three books…three British authors. Hmmmmm.
Consensus from all pretty much aligned with Surujbally’s review (http://www.liquorature.com/?page_id=648). We enjoyed it for the story, but there wasn’t a lot of depth or chearacter development. We all conceded however to enjoying and needing these books in our life. We spoke about the Middle East, the portrayal of Hussein, the possibility of the implausible events (as Robert said…hey, why not…who would have believed 9/11 could have happened if told in advance?).
From there it became just a great guy’s night. Funny as hell. Extremely enjoyable. One of my personal favorites to date. A lot of bevvies consumed too. Mike trotted out a bottle of Bacardi 1873, and I saw that by the end of the eve, Robert’s EH5 had made an appearance as well. Damn rummies.
To close out the night we ventured in and settled around the basement to laugh our asses off to Napoleon Dynamite. Good times.
The randoms: Mike’s inclusion…the platypus is god playing lego…Clint Kool-aiding the glass door (unbelievable)…they rapin’ everybody…great Cuban cigars…the mediocre jock…Mike’s turn to grab firewood…Robert wretling with the deer…when the boss takes a sh*t next to you…’backin’ up, backin’ up, backin’ up, backin’ up…hacking up a lung to lose weight…condoms as PPE…the blind tasting and the bet not taken…Mike’s attempt at kindling a taste for Scotch…the aftermath of Mike’s attempt at kindling a taste for Scotch…great chili…so much more.