Liquorature Gathering #009 – “Atlas Shrugged” (Ayn Rand)
Date: October, 2009
Whisky: Ardbeg Airigh Nam Beist, Amrut, Laphroaig Quarter Cask
Rum: Flor de Cana 5 y.o.
Tequila: El Jimador
Sigh. This should have been our magnum opus discussion. Instead it was a slightly disappointing night. Not bad…just…disappointing. With a book like ‘Atlas’, we went into it with so much hype and elevated expectations. Perhaps expectations were set too high though, as we did all see the potential, just never quite reached the heights of conversational brilliance to which we’d all aspired. Icarus and all, right? Topics of conversation never really got deep enough into philosophy or aesthetics for my liking. And to be honest, I expected a little more polarity, but it seemed to be fairly well-received and appreciated by most of the gang and all for the same qualities. Oh well.
I had ordered a few Atlas pieces before this night, and awarded Bauer a “Who is John Galt” shirt for the ultimate achievement, and simply being the uber keener (in the three months between announcement of Atlas and our meeting, he read Atlas twice and The Fountainhead as well). Can’t recall if I wore my Danneskjold Repossessions shirt or Reardon Steel one. 😉
Pat, Clint, Bauer and I had cigars and laid into a couple of true heavyweights in terms of peated whisky. I should also note that this was the night we met and fell in love with the Beast. Ardbeg Airigh Nam Beist, that is. Dear gawd, what a whisky. Most of the gang, at this early stage in their tasting journeys were a little…err…unimpressed with the smoky peat monsters. Oh well…the Ardbeg was beautiful, and the Quarter Cask a brilliant dram too. I had managed to track down a single malt from India, following on the footsteps of Buddha, who had found a nifty Japanese whisky earlier on. There was some rum and tequila open too. The former took a beating. The latter…not so much. Food wise…just some snacks: a table full of a wide array of munchies and sweets.
I’d guess our topic conversation topped out at about two and a half hours. …And didn’t even scratch the surface.
Perhaps we’ll have to try ‘The Fountainhead’ at some point.