OneMalt: Didn't read Palin's book? No problem, neither did she!

I had planned to drink the entire 4 day weekend, since Larry was coming in and wouldn't have it any other way. But given I was the one cooking the Bird on Thanksgiving and we all had a thousand last-minute chores to do when preparing for relatives (pull the skeletons out of the closet and hide the best silverware), catching a clean moment for a wee dram was going to be rough. A few weeks ago, I bought a bottle of Ardbeg 10yr in Hoboken at 10% off (why, cause it was 'old'?) and it was now sitting under the desk in my office, taunting me the way Laurie T. did in 8th grade: waiting to be opened, but I just wasn't ready, dude. Now that I think of it, there was a certain "peatiness" to Laurie and she sure was smoky for a kid. But try as I might, I don't remember her being under my desk.

I hadn't had the Ardbeg, or Laurie for that matter, and picked November to try it out. What better time for the warmth of an Islay than when the first cold winds of Autumn are whipping down your neck, getting underneath your shirt making your nipples har...wait, that was Laurie again. I ran into the Ardbeg at the latest WhiskyFest in October and waited till the end of the evening to approach, after the sweetness of the Spey's had faded and that disappointing Glenfiddich 21 year finished in Rum Barrel was a bad memory. For some reason, Ardbeg's not been getting a lot of good press on the wires, a ... Read More »

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A wrapup our most recent single malt event

By Robin on Thursday, November 29, 2007

Pascack Valley Single Malt Tasting and Jet Fuel Afterburn Festival

The “(Drink till you go) Blind Tasting”

October 27, 2007

Lads: Uisge Beatha!

A great tasting on Saturday night: thanks to Glenn for hosting, we enjoyed the victuals Cindy laid out for us and the cigars afterward. Next stop: Backyard Ax throwing! Bob, take note...and remember: hands outstretched in front of you, wriggling those fingers like you're tickling..........."

Saturday was our first "blind tasting" brought on by a combination of no one really having the time to do the research and the growing hubris that our palettes were now ripe and mature after tasting 27 malts in previous sessions and we're ready to jump in with noses and tongues ablazing. I bought the 5 bottles and luckily my synapses aren't what they used to be, because after I wrapped them in silver paper, I promptly forgot what I had purchased. Lucky move and even luckier that we remembered to bring them with us. Since we were at Glenn's house in the far of sticks of Northern New Jersey, we wisely rented a towncar to take us up there from Westwood. Our ... Read More »

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