juliet: Two pints of beer on a pub table (beer!)
Once again with the whisky-drinking (previous incidents: here & here. Unfortunately this time [livejournal.com profile] dogrando has kindly fed us all some v nice curry first, which may not have been the best available option from a tastebud point of view. No matter! Onwards with the tasting...

edit: thanks to [livejournal.com profile] katstevens for the photos!

Present on this occasion: myself, [livejournal.com profile] dogrando, [livejournal.com profile] uon, [livejournal.com profile] boyofbadgers, [livejournal.com profile] katstevens (promising to actually try the whisky this time & not just drink gin!), [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, [livejournal.com profile] marnameow, [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown, [livejournal.com profile] sbp, & [livejournal.com profile] puffinry.

[livejournal.com profile] katstevens wishes to note that she is scared of the whiskies! Yr intrepid yet dedicated reporter is ill, but soldiering bravely onwards regardless; everyone keeps insisting that whisky is good for colds, anyway.

Balvenie Doublewood 12yo (first cask whisky oak, second cask sherry oak):

Kat: "it's like I've drunk a really boozey thing". Rick says it's very creamy (I agree; more so in the aftertaste. Tastes a bit like fudge, I reckon.); doop mentions dolly mixtures. Bec suggests a whiff of paintstripper. Rick & Pete: butterscotch; Katie: Xmas pudding. Bec says "And it comes in a very attractive bottle!". Rick: "it kind of tastes like Kendal Mint Cake would taste if it didn't taste of mint!" It is certainly pretty sweet.

Tobermory 10yo:

Kat "it smells different to the last one." A cheer goes up for the Whisky Virgin. Rum & raisin fudge is mentioned by Rick & Katie. Kat says it made her cough. Rick is getting slightly overexcited with the sniffing. Pete thinks it has "a slight minty nose" (using the word nose makes him An Ponce). doop agrees that there is mint sauce. I cannot smell mint at all but then I have a cold (update: with a bit of water added I can just about get this). Marna reckons it smells of acetone, which may indeed be fair enough. My conclusion: tasty! Marna thinks it is bitter like a thing. She compares various sorts of cleaning product (right at the end of the taste). Rick has hit upon quinine.


Rick, doop & I are engaged in a discussion about the sociopolitical implications of Fraggle Rock. Kat has taken a picture of the whisky which I fully intend to add into the blog process, but, er, tomorrow :-)

Glenrothes 13yo (Bury Brothers bottling: (a Speyside):

Pete is reading out the label; I am not about to transcribe this. it is a nicely shaped bottle, though. It's v lovely (says nice) - caramel-y (Bec). Everyone seems rather keen. It's got a bit of a belt to it. Kat says... "blackjacks!" which agrees with the front of the bottle! (licquorice). Hurrah for Kat! This is my favourite so far (& this appears to be general agreement). Rick is being poncey: "The Tobermory had more going on but it didn't come together as a coherent thing - but this just works from the front to the back of the mouth". Katie agrees "it's the most together whisky so far". Bec thinks there's something wrong with her tastebuds because she can't get licquorice. (NB I cannot spell licquorice, I don't think). Aha! Bec has located it. It's a fading taste, apparently, at the back of the tongue.

Pete is explaining the Food Science of whisky tasting.

Port Ellen 1978 (cask strength): Man. This is *great*. Kat is coughing a bit & says it's burnt her tongue a little bit. Rick: "There's a really big whoomph of grass in this - a rugby pitch sogginess". You're supposed to put some water in it but actually I really like it without. Actually, it is just as nice & a bit easier to drink with water. Katie: "It tastes like burning!". Marna mentions the seaside, & doop agrees with the saltiness. Rick: "It's much less friendly [than the other Port Ellen] - really quite aggressive". Pete describes it as "less approachable". My tongue has gone all tingly.

Poit Dhubh (tiny little bottle from Pete's brother):

ewww, this is horrid. doop reckons it tastes like old socks. I think it is far too sweet; Katie agrees "cloying". I am Not Keen. Rick thinks it's OK.

Bowmore Claret (cask strength; Marna's birthday whisky):

Katie says "I'ts like being punched in the face with a cinnamon fist". Bec describes "an explosion of cinnamon". I am discussing the rubbishness of the Synergy Project last week & have to be prodded to start blogging. Rick thinks this is rather less smooth than the Dusk, which gives you "a really long, satisfying snog"; apparently this, in contrast, is "more complicated". I prefer the Dusk, although this stuff is rather OK. It's Katie's favourite to date. Kat prefers it to the last one. I reckon it's not as nice as the Port Ellen. Pete points out that the two preferred so far (this & the Port Ellen) are by a margin the most expensive; Rick disagrees & says that he preferred the Glenrothes to the Port Ellen.

Caol Ila 14yo - Adelphi bottling: Pete "This is really good!". Rick agrees. Apparently it was recommended strongly by the chap in the whisky shop. Katie "This reminds me that I should give you your Anbesol back!". doop: "This is reassuringly friendly". Rick reckons it is the smoothest 57% booze he has ever drunk - Katie thinks it's the smoothest booze she's drunk at all ever. It is v nice indeed. Everyone is slightly awed. Rick reckons a tiny drop of water improves it, but a second tiny drop takes it back to the same (high) standard. General consensus: best whisky so far by some way. Rick is making comparisons between whisky & various forms of music. Apparently the Bowmore is like a really good 1992 rave record - "it does one thing really well, then does a totally different thing, then goes back to the same thing". The Caol Ila bears a stronger resemblance to "The Key, The Secret", we are informed (1993, Kat tells us).

There is a brief interlude during which we laugh immoderately at jokes of the form "my wife has gone to the Caribbean" "Jamaica?" "no she went of her own accord" etc etc, on [livejournal.com profile] rhodri's LJ.

Ardbeg Uigeadail:

Katie says it's amazingly sweet on first taste; but smokey on the swallow. Robin agrees that it is both sweet & smokey. Bec demands that we all assess the squishiness of our noses. Apparently hers is quite squishy. katie is causing Marna's nose to make beeping noises.

Ballechin #1 Burgundy Mature: Katie says it smells of Dr Somalingham's surgery. Rick says "someone has gone out of the way to make the oddest whisky they could... yet it tastes quite nice". I reckon it smells rather strongly of Bacon Bits. Pete thinks it is insane. It doesn't taste of Bacon Bits (tasting instead of quite nice whisky). Pete says it smells different according to what angle you smell it at (?! wtf? experimentation reveals that this is indeed true. Again, wtf?) Katie reckons it smells of freshly cracked tennis balls. I quite like it but am less keen on the aftertaste. doop says "rubbery". Pete: "it's piggy!" Trying the smelling experiment with doop's (differently shaped) glass reveals rubberyness at one edge of the glass & dolly mixtures at the other. Katie & Marna go v squeaky about this. Rick reckons it is a cheap stunt whisky, but he does really like it. It is the Weird Shit, no question. Katie mentions hockey sticks & old-fashioned gym shoes.

Katie: "I can still walk!" It is suggested that this should be blogged. Katie curtseys.

Pete: "Sweetened vomit is better than regular vomit!" Apparently this has some bearing on peanuts; Robin was I think suggesting peanut tasting. Peanuts are IMO all monumentally revolting SO THERE. doop enquires whether peanuts are clones.

doop: "I was being the Turbine Hall! Stop laughing!" hehehheh (we are, of course, discussing the SLIDES!).

Rick: "Of course he's got a cocking hood! His name's Robin Hood!" Robin looks confused. Katie: "Not that Robin!"

The tasting is degenerating slightly into "what else on the Pete Whisky Bookcase haven't people tried?" Katie is experimenting with the baby Ardbeg (6yo, bought when we were on Islay last year). Robin describes it as kitten Ardbeg. Katie compares it to brick dust (not Rick dust, which is how I first heard it); doop reckons it's too plasticy to be brick dust & mentions instead polyurethane (sp). "New double glazing", "window putty", they conclude. "Underlay!" "Underlay!" Robin shouts happily.

Rick observes that I am writing this in XJournal. Apparently he doesn't trust the notion of clients, which seem unnatural. doop complains that it is a Cocoa client, not an X client. I am surrounded by geeks (myself included), who OH GOD are about to get into the discussion about why X servers & clients are the right way around. Robin says it is both obviously wrong & obviously right. PLEASE NO STOP NOW. Pete asks Rick to stop walking in circles as it is making him dizzy.
juliet: Two pints of beer on a pub table (beer!)
Once again with the whisky-drinking (previous incidents: here & here. Unfortunately this time [livejournal.com profile] dogrando has kindly fed us all some v nice curry first, which may not have been the best available option from a tastebud point of view. No matter! Onwards with the tasting...

edit: thanks to [livejournal.com profile] katstevens for the photos!

Present on this occasion: myself, [livejournal.com profile] dogrando, [livejournal.com profile] uon, [livejournal.com profile] boyofbadgers, [livejournal.com profile] katstevens (promising to actually try the whisky this time & not just drink gin!), [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, [livejournal.com profile] marnameow, [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown, [livejournal.com profile] sbp, & [livejournal.com profile] puffinry.

[livejournal.com profile] katstevens wishes to note that she is scared of the whiskies! Yr intrepid yet dedicated reporter is ill, but soldiering bravely onwards regardless; everyone keeps insisting that whisky is good for colds, anyway.

Balvenie Doublewood 12yo (first cask whisky oak, second cask sherry oak):

Kat: "it's like I've drunk a really boozey thing". Rick says it's very creamy (I agree; more so in the aftertaste. Tastes a bit like fudge, I reckon.); doop mentions dolly mixtures. Bec suggests a whiff of paintstripper. Rick & Pete: butterscotch; Katie: Xmas pudding. Bec says "And it comes in a very attractive bottle!". Rick: "it kind of tastes like Kendal Mint Cake would taste if it didn't taste of mint!" It is certainly pretty sweet.

Tobermory 10yo:

Kat "it smells different to the last one." A cheer goes up for the Whisky Virgin. Rum & raisin fudge is mentioned by Rick & Katie. Kat says it made her cough. Rick is getting slightly overexcited with the sniffing. Pete thinks it has "a slight minty nose" (using the word nose makes him An Ponce). doop agrees that there is mint sauce. I cannot smell mint at all but then I have a cold (update: with a bit of water added I can just about get this). Marna reckons it smells of acetone, which may indeed be fair enough. My conclusion: tasty! Marna thinks it is bitter like a thing. She compares various sorts of cleaning product (right at the end of the taste). Rick has hit upon quinine.


Rick, doop & I are engaged in a discussion about the sociopolitical implications of Fraggle Rock. Kat has taken a picture of the whisky which I fully intend to add into the blog process, but, er, tomorrow :-)

Glenrothes 13yo (Bury Brothers bottling: (a Speyside):

Pete is reading out the label; I am not about to transcribe this. it is a nicely shaped bottle, though. It's v lovely (says nice) - caramel-y (Bec). Everyone seems rather keen. It's got a bit of a belt to it. Kat says... "blackjacks!" which agrees with the front of the bottle! (licquorice). Hurrah for Kat! This is my favourite so far (& this appears to be general agreement). Rick is being poncey: "The Tobermory had more going on but it didn't come together as a coherent thing - but this just works from the front to the back of the mouth". Katie agrees "it's the most together whisky so far". Bec thinks there's something wrong with her tastebuds because she can't get licquorice. (NB I cannot spell licquorice, I don't think). Aha! Bec has located it. It's a fading taste, apparently, at the back of the tongue.

Pete is explaining the Food Science of whisky tasting.

Port Ellen 1978 (cask strength): Man. This is *great*. Kat is coughing a bit & says it's burnt her tongue a little bit. Rick: "There's a really big whoomph of grass in this - a rugby pitch sogginess". You're supposed to put some water in it but actually I really like it without. Actually, it is just as nice & a bit easier to drink with water. Katie: "It tastes like burning!". Marna mentions the seaside, & doop agrees with the saltiness. Rick: "It's much less friendly [than the other Port Ellen] - really quite aggressive". Pete describes it as "less approachable". My tongue has gone all tingly.

Poit Dhubh (tiny little bottle from Pete's brother):

ewww, this is horrid. doop reckons it tastes like old socks. I think it is far too sweet; Katie agrees "cloying". I am Not Keen. Rick thinks it's OK.

Bowmore Claret (cask strength; Marna's birthday whisky):

Katie says "I'ts like being punched in the face with a cinnamon fist". Bec describes "an explosion of cinnamon". I am discussing the rubbishness of the Synergy Project last week & have to be prodded to start blogging. Rick thinks this is rather less smooth than the Dusk, which gives you "a really long, satisfying snog"; apparently this, in contrast, is "more complicated". I prefer the Dusk, although this stuff is rather OK. It's Katie's favourite to date. Kat prefers it to the last one. I reckon it's not as nice as the Port Ellen. Pete points out that the two preferred so far (this & the Port Ellen) are by a margin the most expensive; Rick disagrees & says that he preferred the Glenrothes to the Port Ellen.

Caol Ila 14yo - Adelphi bottling: Pete "This is really good!". Rick agrees. Apparently it was recommended strongly by the chap in the whisky shop. Katie "This reminds me that I should give you your Anbesol back!". doop: "This is reassuringly friendly". Rick reckons it is the smoothest 57% booze he has ever drunk - Katie thinks it's the smoothest booze she's drunk at all ever. It is v nice indeed. Everyone is slightly awed. Rick reckons a tiny drop of water improves it, but a second tiny drop takes it back to the same (high) standard. General consensus: best whisky so far by some way. Rick is making comparisons between whisky & various forms of music. Apparently the Bowmore is like a really good 1992 rave record - "it does one thing really well, then does a totally different thing, then goes back to the same thing". The Caol Ila bears a stronger resemblance to "The Key, The Secret", we are informed (1993, Kat tells us).

There is a brief interlude during which we laugh immoderately at jokes of the form "my wife has gone to the Caribbean" "Jamaica?" "no she went of her own accord" etc etc, on [livejournal.com profile] rhodri's LJ.

Ardbeg Uigeadail:

Katie says it's amazingly sweet on first taste; but smokey on the swallow. Robin agrees that it is both sweet & smokey. Bec demands that we all assess the squishiness of our noses. Apparently hers is quite squishy. katie is causing Marna's nose to make beeping noises.

Ballechin #1 Burgundy Mature: Katie says it smells of Dr Somalingham's surgery. Rick says "someone has gone out of the way to make the oddest whisky they could... yet it tastes quite nice". I reckon it smells rather strongly of Bacon Bits. Pete thinks it is insane. It doesn't taste of Bacon Bits (tasting instead of quite nice whisky). Pete says it smells different according to what angle you smell it at (?! wtf? experimentation reveals that this is indeed true. Again, wtf?) Katie reckons it smells of freshly cracked tennis balls. I quite like it but am less keen on the aftertaste. doop says "rubbery". Pete: "it's piggy!" Trying the smelling experiment with doop's (differently shaped) glass reveals rubberyness at one edge of the glass & dolly mixtures at the other. Katie & Marna go v squeaky about this. Rick reckons it is a cheap stunt whisky, but he does really like it. It is the Weird Shit, no question. Katie mentions hockey sticks & old-fashioned gym shoes.

Katie: "I can still walk!" It is suggested that this should be blogged. Katie curtseys.

Pete: "Sweetened vomit is better than regular vomit!" Apparently this has some bearing on peanuts; Robin was I think suggesting peanut tasting. Peanuts are IMO all monumentally revolting SO THERE. doop enquires whether peanuts are clones.

doop: "I was being the Turbine Hall! Stop laughing!" hehehheh (we are, of course, discussing the SLIDES!).

Rick: "Of course he's got a cocking hood! His name's Robin Hood!" Robin looks confused. Katie: "Not that Robin!"

The tasting is degenerating slightly into "what else on the Pete Whisky Bookcase haven't people tried?" Katie is experimenting with the baby Ardbeg (6yo, bought when we were on Islay last year). Robin describes it as kitten Ardbeg. Katie compares it to brick dust (not Rick dust, which is how I first heard it); doop reckons it's too plasticy to be brick dust & mentions instead polyurethane (sp). "New double glazing", "window putty", they conclude. "Underlay!" "Underlay!" Robin shouts happily.

Rick observes that I am writing this in XJournal. Apparently he doesn't trust the notion of clients, which seem unnatural. doop complains that it is a Cocoa client, not an X client. I am surrounded by geeks (myself included), who OH GOD are about to get into the discussion about why X servers & clients are the right way around. Robin says it is both obviously wrong & obviously right. PLEASE NO STOP NOW. Pete asks Rick to stop walking in circles as it is making him dizzy.
juliet: (leaning on red wall)
As per last time, we are once again having poncey whiskybooze tasting, & there is consensus that I should once again blog it As It Happens (also this enables us to have Notes, which is good).

Present on this occasion: myself, [livejournal.com profile] dogrando, [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth, [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, [livejournal.com profile] marnameow, [livejournal.com profile] sbp, [livejournal.com profile] boyofbadgers, [livejournal.com profile] uon, [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown, & [livejournal.com profile] katstevens who is sitting by herself in the Gin Corner as she doesn't drink whisky.

Glenmorangie 1975 (but only 28 yrs old), matured in Maison Chapoutier claret cask: (this belongs to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth) Katie thinks it tastes like sherbet lemons.
Marna "it has a slightly bitter leftover", also burnt sugar. Consensus that it is rather harsher than was anticipated.
Rick: "a bit salty" (not compared to an Islay, says I, but I am told that I must not compare everything to Islay).
It is improved by a little water; becomes chocolatey & opens up rather. It doesn't taste all that clarety (certainly not compared to the Bowmore Dusk from last time!).
Katie: "This whisky has officially made me stoned" (& this only on the first one...). [livejournal.com profile] uon suggests clover.

Unsure (Scottish Malt Whisky Society bottling) - we think a Lowland: Flowery, also buttery (& thus might actually be Jura). This was Rick's Birthday Whisky. Rick thinks it is "f*king lovely" & tells us we're not getting any more. Marna thinks that there's something in the aftertaste that is not-quite-mint, but we work out that it's aniseed.

Katie wishes it recorded that after only 2 whiskies, Marna said "juniper dildo". There was, apparently, provocation.

Bruichladdich 17yo: Bec "It tastes like burning!". Well, yes, but in a good way! Bec disagrees (with the 'good way' bit). Sean thinks it's not as distinctive - it is fairly subtle, & at 46% is prob the weakest we've had so far. It's nicely salty - seaweedy tang (the westernmost distillery on Islay, fact fans). Katie says it smells like Bounce fabric conditioner sheets (thankfully she thinks it tastes not of those, but kind of honeyish).

Conversation turns to the Pop World Cup (see [livejournal.com profile] poptimists), the Turbonegro oeuvre, & Spanish gabba. Rick & Pete are arguing about the exact classification of gabba after a query from Bec.

Scapa (merchant bottling), 12 yo, distilled 1993: Indie Scapa! Katie: "it's very very sweet & tastes of bubblegum". Rick "original flavour HubbaBubba!". Apparently this is no bad thing. I am unconvinced.
Mouseboks likes that it's slightly honeyed.
Rick also thinks it smells of his Coata athletes foot powder (apparently, this is a really nice smell. O-kay). doop suggests mango. With water, it starts to taste a bit like cola cubes... Katie is rubbing it on her injured knee, which may not be quite the thing...

Scapa 14yo: Major label sellout Scapa! Hrm, doesn't taste of all that much... Better with a bit of water, apparently. [your reporter pauses to follow this suggestion] Ooh, yes, Katie is correct on this point. Still doesn't taste of that much, mind. Katie also thinks it tastes (post-water) of chips from the chippy with non-brewed condiment. Yep, non-brewed condiment I can see.
Kat The Gin Drinker has smelled it & reckons it smells of aromotherapy base oil (almond oil?). I would not buy this; tbh I wouldn't drink it again & am not sure I want to bother finishing this glass.
Rick likes it (which is good as it's his boozes) "the almondyness is a bit more pronounced & it's a bit rougher". Which is odd as it's older than the indie bottling. Marna thinks it tastes a bit like (her) Xmas cake, & also maintains it gets nicer over time (fwiw, Pete agrees that the indie grows steadily on you).

In other news: discussion on the Wikipedia page on songs about drugs (apparently Ebenezer Goode is about cocaine. Ye-es.) Apparently "none of the songs about Ecstasy have any words", say Mouseboks & Kitty. Apart, we assume, from the aforementioned Shamen number.

doop & Kitty are financial-geeking: we refer you to the malt whisky yield curve.

Port Ellen 21yo (distilled 1982, bottled 2004, sherry butt): This was Pete's birthday present from ME. We do not have sufficient for one glass apiece so are passing a glass around (this is because it is bloody expensive & I could only afford a little baby bottle). It is very nice indeed.
Marna (re. the nose) "It has a sockness to it".
Pete: "butterscotch with a spicy edge", which Marna does agree with after tasting it.
Rick "It's a bit like the kinky sex of the whisky world". It transpires that he is referring to Islay generally: "It hurts more, but the pleasure's worth it". He also comments that the taste takes several minutes to develop (into butterscotch, from a boxy sock-ness).
doop: "It smells more like socks than poppers do, but it's much nicer".
Bec: "it's a party in my mouth & none of you are invited!" [yr reporter refrains from pointing out that actually we are all tasting it]
Kat The Gin Drinker "it smells like outside". She thinks all her nose hairs have fallen out.
Katie "outside at Glastonbury with lots of log fires. Smoky paprika!" (which matches Pete's "spicy notes"). Burnt newspaper is also suggested - it tastes like Marna's & my storm kettle! We love the storm kettle! This is very, very good stuff, & you carry on tasting it for some minutes.

Kanppogue Castle 10yo: (Irish, but apparently doesn't taste very Irish, but instead thinks it's Scotch). [I am not trying this one] Very peardroppy nose. Rick "It is torn between two identities!". The Simon Hughes of the whisky world.
Bec: "This tastes like Circus Peanuts the orange flavour" (a type of candy from TV's America. Not, in fact, peanuts, we are informed).

Bowmore Legend: Very nice. Not spectacular, but very drinkable. Pete mentions marmalade. We likes this. Good drinkable stuff. Katie reckons "inky". Kat TGD says it smells of "swimming pools".

Dude! It has just occurred to me that I should have taped & transcribed *this* for my discourse analysis coursework! A particularly specialist argot of interweb-enabled late-20-something London whisky-drinkers, *fascinating* opportunities there...

Bowmore Dusk: This is finished in a claret cask. It is very very good indeed. See last time. Num.
Pete "It's rich like a motherf*cker".
Katie "This is the nicest thing I've ever smelt". But then reckons it tastes of petrol. With water, mentions sherbert dippers.
Rick reckons it benefits from a smidge of water. Marna reckons otherwise. Pete yells "FIGHT!". Things may, at this point, be deteriorating slightly.
doop finishes the bottle off. I get overexcited & start saying "Buy more booze! I have the interweb! I have the technology!"

Marna nicks off outside for a fag & takes with her E M Delafield "The Diary of a Provincial Lady". Apparently it sounds like me. Am unsure whether this is compliment or otherwise. It is insisted that I read some of it out, to general hilarity. Katie thinks I should do the Vagina Monologues, but with TDofPL.

Katie & Kat are singing an electrohaus version of "When Will I Be Famous", by the band Brosh. Cackling ensues. Rick insists that I should spell 'house' in 'electrohouse' as 'haus', & declares "I'm quite drunk".

Caol Ila 18yo: Very quaffable, but (Rick says) doesn't have the little pixies tickling your frontal lobes. Pete thinks it's a bit tedious & recommends that Mouseboks hang on for the cask strength rather than refreshing his glass now.

Kitty is drawing diagrams about the Java stack for doop. Oh dear. Bec launches herself onto Kat on the beanbag. Thankfully 0 boozeglasses go flying. Rick tells us that the Young Person's alternative to lighters-in-the-air is mobile-phones-in-the-air. I laugh immoderately. Possibly I too am a bit drunk.

Caol Ila cask strength: Marna (before actually drinking any though to be fair she's had it before) "It's like living in a chimney!". Kat TGD smells it. It appears to break her. Katie imitates Kat's Yoga Breath Experience & declares it to be "like poppers" (in that she goes all giggly).
Me: "Oh man that's good stuff".
It benefits from a dribble of water (being as it is cask strength). V smoky.
Katie pulls a variety of faces (in a good way). "It's really savoury".
Kitty: "It's quite bananay". Katie agrees excitedly & adds peardrops & poppers.
Pete, being poncey, says that this just means that we have some esters in there. doop remembers the chemical formula for ester, which is one up on Pete. A Technical Discussion ensues. Yr reporter tunes out & listens to Katie singing the Whisky Song (to the tune of the Tigger Song:
"It's - tasty tasty tasty tasty
Num num num num num.
But the most wonderful thing about whisky is
It is in my tum!"
Then joins in. Er.

For the record, Kat's gin tasting notes: "It tastes of gin".

Sean's Top Pun: "Is-lay silver lining, anywhere we go"

Ardbeg Very Young (6yo): Better with water. Pete "I feel quite drunk by now" (thus has no explicit comments). I think this is rather pleasant. No one else is fit to comment. BUNCH OF INEBRIATES. Mouseboks considers it very smooth & honeyed for a cask strength 6yo. "When you smell it it is a little woody. When you drink it it takes the back of your throat off".

Rick has just created the community [livejournal.com profile] morehardcrew. BOSH BOSH BOSH.

Kitty is putting the KLF on. No, Pete, is putting Doctoring The Tardis on! It goes "bosh bosh bosh"!

Things have definitely deteriorated... Mouseboks has played us Doctoring The Tardis vs Green Day 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' (plus others), & now we are onto Cassetteboy, hurrah. MC Building Peaks = Da Bomb. I believe whisky is still being drunk, but frankly, useful comment is at this point beyond us.

I have to drive a van tomorrow morning (in order to move [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth). Oh dear.

[updated as we go along!]
juliet: (leaning on red wall)
As per last time, we are once again having poncey whiskybooze tasting, & there is consensus that I should once again blog it As It Happens (also this enables us to have Notes, which is good).

Present on this occasion: myself, [livejournal.com profile] dogrando, [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth, [livejournal.com profile] catsgomiaow, [livejournal.com profile] marnameow, [livejournal.com profile] sbp, [livejournal.com profile] boyofbadgers, [livejournal.com profile] uon, [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown, & [livejournal.com profile] katstevens who is sitting by herself in the Gin Corner as she doesn't drink whisky.

Glenmorangie 1975 (but only 28 yrs old), matured in Maison Chapoutier claret cask: (this belongs to [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth) Katie thinks it tastes like sherbet lemons.
Marna "it has a slightly bitter leftover", also burnt sugar. Consensus that it is rather harsher than was anticipated.
Rick: "a bit salty" (not compared to an Islay, says I, but I am told that I must not compare everything to Islay).
It is improved by a little water; becomes chocolatey & opens up rather. It doesn't taste all that clarety (certainly not compared to the Bowmore Dusk from last time!).
Katie: "This whisky has officially made me stoned" (& this only on the first one...). [livejournal.com profile] uon suggests clover.

Unsure (Scottish Malt Whisky Society bottling) - we think a Lowland: Flowery, also buttery (& thus might actually be Jura). This was Rick's Birthday Whisky. Rick thinks it is "f*king lovely" & tells us we're not getting any more. Marna thinks that there's something in the aftertaste that is not-quite-mint, but we work out that it's aniseed.

Katie wishes it recorded that after only 2 whiskies, Marna said "juniper dildo". There was, apparently, provocation.

Bruichladdich 17yo: Bec "It tastes like burning!". Well, yes, but in a good way! Bec disagrees (with the 'good way' bit). Sean thinks it's not as distinctive - it is fairly subtle, & at 46% is prob the weakest we've had so far. It's nicely salty - seaweedy tang (the westernmost distillery on Islay, fact fans). Katie says it smells like Bounce fabric conditioner sheets (thankfully she thinks it tastes not of those, but kind of honeyish).

Conversation turns to the Pop World Cup (see [livejournal.com profile] poptimists), the Turbonegro oeuvre, & Spanish gabba. Rick & Pete are arguing about the exact classification of gabba after a query from Bec.

Scapa (merchant bottling), 12 yo, distilled 1993: Indie Scapa! Katie: "it's very very sweet & tastes of bubblegum". Rick "original flavour HubbaBubba!". Apparently this is no bad thing. I am unconvinced.
Mouseboks likes that it's slightly honeyed.
Rick also thinks it smells of his Coata athletes foot powder (apparently, this is a really nice smell. O-kay). doop suggests mango. With water, it starts to taste a bit like cola cubes... Katie is rubbing it on her injured knee, which may not be quite the thing...

Scapa 14yo: Major label sellout Scapa! Hrm, doesn't taste of all that much... Better with a bit of water, apparently. [your reporter pauses to follow this suggestion] Ooh, yes, Katie is correct on this point. Still doesn't taste of that much, mind. Katie also thinks it tastes (post-water) of chips from the chippy with non-brewed condiment. Yep, non-brewed condiment I can see.
Kat The Gin Drinker has smelled it & reckons it smells of aromotherapy base oil (almond oil?). I would not buy this; tbh I wouldn't drink it again & am not sure I want to bother finishing this glass.
Rick likes it (which is good as it's his boozes) "the almondyness is a bit more pronounced & it's a bit rougher". Which is odd as it's older than the indie bottling. Marna thinks it tastes a bit like (her) Xmas cake, & also maintains it gets nicer over time (fwiw, Pete agrees that the indie grows steadily on you).

In other news: discussion on the Wikipedia page on songs about drugs (apparently Ebenezer Goode is about cocaine. Ye-es.) Apparently "none of the songs about Ecstasy have any words", say Mouseboks & Kitty. Apart, we assume, from the aforementioned Shamen number.

doop & Kitty are financial-geeking: we refer you to the malt whisky yield curve.

Port Ellen 21yo (distilled 1982, bottled 2004, sherry butt): This was Pete's birthday present from ME. We do not have sufficient for one glass apiece so are passing a glass around (this is because it is bloody expensive & I could only afford a little baby bottle). It is very nice indeed.
Marna (re. the nose) "It has a sockness to it".
Pete: "butterscotch with a spicy edge", which Marna does agree with after tasting it.
Rick "It's a bit like the kinky sex of the whisky world". It transpires that he is referring to Islay generally: "It hurts more, but the pleasure's worth it". He also comments that the taste takes several minutes to develop (into butterscotch, from a boxy sock-ness).
doop: "It smells more like socks than poppers do, but it's much nicer".
Bec: "it's a party in my mouth & none of you are invited!" [yr reporter refrains from pointing out that actually we are all tasting it]
Kat The Gin Drinker "it smells like outside". She thinks all her nose hairs have fallen out.
Katie "outside at Glastonbury with lots of log fires. Smoky paprika!" (which matches Pete's "spicy notes"). Burnt newspaper is also suggested - it tastes like Marna's & my storm kettle! We love the storm kettle! This is very, very good stuff, & you carry on tasting it for some minutes.

Kanppogue Castle 10yo: (Irish, but apparently doesn't taste very Irish, but instead thinks it's Scotch). [I am not trying this one] Very peardroppy nose. Rick "It is torn between two identities!". The Simon Hughes of the whisky world.
Bec: "This tastes like Circus Peanuts the orange flavour" (a type of candy from TV's America. Not, in fact, peanuts, we are informed).

Bowmore Legend: Very nice. Not spectacular, but very drinkable. Pete mentions marmalade. We likes this. Good drinkable stuff. Katie reckons "inky". Kat TGD says it smells of "swimming pools".

Dude! It has just occurred to me that I should have taped & transcribed *this* for my discourse analysis coursework! A particularly specialist argot of interweb-enabled late-20-something London whisky-drinkers, *fascinating* opportunities there...

Bowmore Dusk: This is finished in a claret cask. It is very very good indeed. See last time. Num.
Pete "It's rich like a motherf*cker".
Katie "This is the nicest thing I've ever smelt". But then reckons it tastes of petrol. With water, mentions sherbert dippers.
Rick reckons it benefits from a smidge of water. Marna reckons otherwise. Pete yells "FIGHT!". Things may, at this point, be deteriorating slightly.
doop finishes the bottle off. I get overexcited & start saying "Buy more booze! I have the interweb! I have the technology!"

Marna nicks off outside for a fag & takes with her E M Delafield "The Diary of a Provincial Lady". Apparently it sounds like me. Am unsure whether this is compliment or otherwise. It is insisted that I read some of it out, to general hilarity. Katie thinks I should do the Vagina Monologues, but with TDofPL.

Katie & Kat are singing an electrohaus version of "When Will I Be Famous", by the band Brosh. Cackling ensues. Rick insists that I should spell 'house' in 'electrohouse' as 'haus', & declares "I'm quite drunk".

Caol Ila 18yo: Very quaffable, but (Rick says) doesn't have the little pixies tickling your frontal lobes. Pete thinks it's a bit tedious & recommends that Mouseboks hang on for the cask strength rather than refreshing his glass now.

Kitty is drawing diagrams about the Java stack for doop. Oh dear. Bec launches herself onto Kat on the beanbag. Thankfully 0 boozeglasses go flying. Rick tells us that the Young Person's alternative to lighters-in-the-air is mobile-phones-in-the-air. I laugh immoderately. Possibly I too am a bit drunk.

Caol Ila cask strength: Marna (before actually drinking any though to be fair she's had it before) "It's like living in a chimney!". Kat TGD smells it. It appears to break her. Katie imitates Kat's Yoga Breath Experience & declares it to be "like poppers" (in that she goes all giggly).
Me: "Oh man that's good stuff".
It benefits from a dribble of water (being as it is cask strength). V smoky.
Katie pulls a variety of faces (in a good way). "It's really savoury".
Kitty: "It's quite bananay". Katie agrees excitedly & adds peardrops & poppers.
Pete, being poncey, says that this just means that we have some esters in there. doop remembers the chemical formula for ester, which is one up on Pete. A Technical Discussion ensues. Yr reporter tunes out & listens to Katie singing the Whisky Song (to the tune of the Tigger Song:
"It's - tasty tasty tasty tasty
Num num num num num.
But the most wonderful thing about whisky is
It is in my tum!"
Then joins in. Er.

For the record, Kat's gin tasting notes: "It tastes of gin".

Sean's Top Pun: "Is-lay silver lining, anywhere we go"

Ardbeg Very Young (6yo): Better with water. Pete "I feel quite drunk by now" (thus has no explicit comments). I think this is rather pleasant. No one else is fit to comment. BUNCH OF INEBRIATES. Mouseboks considers it very smooth & honeyed for a cask strength 6yo. "When you smell it it is a little woody. When you drink it it takes the back of your throat off".

Rick has just created the community [livejournal.com profile] morehardcrew. BOSH BOSH BOSH.

Kitty is putting the KLF on. No, Pete, is putting Doctoring The Tardis on! It goes "bosh bosh bosh"!

Things have definitely deteriorated... Mouseboks has played us Doctoring The Tardis vs Green Day 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' (plus others), & now we are onto Cassetteboy, hurrah. MC Building Peaks = Da Bomb. I believe whisky is still being drunk, but frankly, useful comment is at this point beyond us.

I have to drive a van tomorrow morning (in order to move [livejournal.com profile] kitty_goth). Oh dear.

[updated as we go along!]

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