My good friend over at 36th Lock often blogs about the unique alcohol and related items I have shared with him. This time, it is my turn.
My birthday wasn’t that long ago and I use it as a moment to pick on my friend in a passive aggressive way. On my birthday, I gave him a bottle of TyKu, a drink I love and one I thought he might.
I might have mentioned to him after giving the TyKu to him that it was my birthday. Was that wrong? Yes. Was it funny? Yes.
Anyhow, he must not have thought so because he promptly went out (after recovering from all that Sake) and bought me a wonderful present that I now have to hurt him over.
Like many men I know that are husbands and fathers, I tend not to spend the same amount of money on myself that I spend on others. So with that in mind, my similarly mind friend who wished to be able to one day buy a bottle of $100+ wine as a personal treat (but never will of course shy of winning the lottery), purchased for me a bottle of very well aged single malt scotch whiskey.
My upwardly mobile friend purchased for me a bottle of The Balvenie DoubleWood single malt scotch aged 12 years. This bottle is older than one of my children and nearly as old as the rest.
From the website:
“The Balvenie DoubleWood is a 12 year old single malt which gains its distinctive character from being matured in two woods. Over its period of maturation it is transferred from a traditional oak whisky cask to a first fill European oak sherry cask. Each stage lends different qualities to the resulting single malt ~ the traditional casks soften and add character, whilst the sherry wood brings depth and fullness of flavour.”
Now, not to feed the troll that is the stereotype of the Irish, but I have a palate for whisky. Much of the whisky I have run into was meant to do one thing; inebriation.
Real whisky should be consumed for the taste, much like many do for wine. Unfortunately, given my propensity not to spend that much money on myself, I haven’t found many that are enjoyable.
This bottle is why I need to now hurt my very dear friend.
I tend to like my drinks cold, either refrigerated or with ice. This is admittedly an American influence that I am sure my Irish relatives would find simply appalling. With new drinks like this, I tend to try them neat first in order to get the full flavor of the drink.
This whisky is so smooth and enjoyable that I fear I will not be able to drink my regular selection of whicky any more, hence why I must now damage my friend.