Guests to Liquorature…
CURT: Chris Graham – Chris is an old friend of mine. We met while working together years back in a sh*tty restaurant. We hit it off with common interests such as hockey, music, books and a love of all things intellectual. Chris is now in the same boat as I am (and many of the other Liquorature guys are), with two small ones and a wife at home. Chris sat in for our April session, and I imagine at some point he will be back for more.
LANCE: Keenan “The Bear” Healey – Keenan and I have been quaffing beer and drinking rum for many years now, having started our conversations over coffee in the Timmy’s at the Telus building and gradually moving on to better vintages. Keenan is a master of the Reality Distortion Field, because he looks so absolutely harmless. My mythical friend is so low key that you get suckered by the soft spaniel eyes and the deceptive, easygoing, aw-shucks delivery; you find yourself nodding sympathetically and in full agreement, and buy into a specious argument…and then when you’re home you say “Hang on a minute, what the hell just happened?” and realize you just got taken. Sharp, well-read, knowledgeable and older than I am, though not at Bob’s stage of geriatricity…but also an engineer, which should warm Bob’s heart right up.
LANCE: The Maltmonster is no stranger to either this site, our sibling at AllThingsWhisky.com, or, indeed, to several of our members. A lover of fine whisky (a minor failing for which I have found the generosity of spirit to forgive him) and a collector of many – he claims to a particular love affair with Port Ellens, of which he has quite a few – the Maltster is erudite, low key, funny, and extraordinarily generous with the sharing of his libations. He is often to be found lurking in his troglodytic dungeon (known as “Maltmonster’s Lair”) down at ATW, and his writing there is occasionally sarcastic, often hilarious, and always knowledgeable as all get out. He was invited to the March 2011 gathering, and it was a pleasure to have him as a guest, not least because it was the first time I ever met the acerbically jesting gent after fencing with him for ages on rum versus whisky.