Sunday, 7 June 2009



Ah, THE Glenlivet.  It was my first single malt and, it’s true, you never forget your first.  It was in my university years and some friends and I had decided to up our cool factor by taking up smoking cigars.  The question was what to drink with our newly found coolness.  Beer just seemed inappropriate and brandy seemed better put to use stripping paint.  Somebody eventually suggested scotch.  One of my favourite films at the time was Bound (Gina Gershon, Jennifer Tilly, hot lesbian scenes, second best Wachowski film ever).  In this fine piece of cinema, they make a big deal about the visiting gangster only drinking Glenlivet.  That was good enough for me.  And that’s what set me on the road to total single-malt subservience. 

Obviously I’ve moved on since then.  I’ve had a bottle here and there but it hasn’t been my go-to bottle for almost 10 years.  And what do I think of it now?  Meh.  It’s still smooth as silk but the aroma, taste, and after-taste all have a jarring hint of apples that would probably be fine matched with certain foods but they do detract from a head on drinking experience. So, again, meh.  It depresses me to think that this is the best daily drinker option I have in town now.  I’m sure I’ll get used to it but I’ll definitely be stocking up on the Aberlour on my visits South.

Meh.  3 shots.

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