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Monday, August 04, 2008
Haggis? Haggis? I don't need your stinking haggis.
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Monday, June 23, 2008
The Knuckleheads take a road trip to one of the great temples of Single Malt.
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Friday, May 23, 2008
 I'm slowly putting together the philosophy behind OneMalt and the Knuckleheads of Scotch...be patient with me, I'm just not as witty as I used to be...
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Saturday, March 01, 2008
The Knuckleheads of Scotch empty the dust covered bottles from the back shelf at Seasons in Washington Township.
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
Da Nose Knows!
Talisker 18yr? Damn straight. Click my nose to find out more.
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Monday, January 28, 2008
A delicate wind off the stormy seas.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
The Pascack Valley Single Malt Scotch and Jet Fuel Afterburn Festival presents: Ah, the Winter Tasting...
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Saturday, January 12, 2008
Plan ahead! Clear the calendar, buy the wife some flowers, rent a car and get your favorite glass polished up.
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Tuesday, January 08, 2008
A warm-up to the next great tasting of the PVSMTJAF.
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By Robin on
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Lagavulin 16yr and Punch Double Maduro Chateau
If you're going to stick your tongue into a peat bog on a cold day, you'd better have the right fire on hand to warm it back up. Now, my daughter swears the only way I can possibly enjoy any of these vices, and especially together, is that somewhere along the way I burned out all my taste buds, but this combination is a rare treat, and I do mean rare: KIDS, DON'T TRY THIS WITHOUT ADULT SUPERVISION.
The Lagavulin 16yr is one of my top 6 single malts. Its not in the top 5 because I can't drink it often (which accounts for the 14 months it took to kill the bottle). Its a malt you have to prepare for, and this is going to sound precious as hell, but the environment has to be right. It should be a cold day. You should have worked on something physical for a while (ideally, ice road trucking or raw earth excavation, but raking leaves will suffice). There should be something in your stomache (if you're going to really pop the taste buds: steake au poivre). The idea here is to slow down both the body and the mind and be present with the Scotch, as the bigness and complexity of it need some attention to fully appreciate it. The Lagavulin 16yr is to some the "chewiest" of the Big Peats. The experience starts with the bottle itself, dark green and smoky, as if it were found under a pile of leaves behind Gandalf's trash dump (don't tell me this guy didn't drink Scotch). Uncork it, and you can almost smell the infirmary after the Battle of Helm's Deep: the phenols are alive from the very start, medicinal in a way that was lost after the Middle Ages. It's ancient and mystical, overwhelming but beguiling, a ...
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