It has been some time since my last confession, forgive me. I have been “recuperating” after a weird collision with a car.
Some of you may know that aside from my love of whisky, I am partial to the odd spot of cycling. Well, those of you who know me better would say the bike always comes first.
Whisky is a passion that I have developed in later life, whilst my cycling is something that has been a lifelong companion. I have owned something in the region of 20 bikes, mostly all road racing but the odd mountain bike crept in there. I have raced for my country (that’s Scotland that is) been national junior triathlon champion and completed two Ironman Triathlon (Lanzarote- the toughest) and pottered about building the odd steed.
But last weeks incident was far removed from 4 hrs at 80klm an hour, or slick bunch racing- I was actually on my way back from buying a bottle of wine from the corner shop when a car reversed out of its driveway and hit me. Once I had removed it’s rear windscreen with my elbow and hip, it decided to slice my side open. Needless to say, I was in a touch of pain for the last two weeks- not least when the nurse removed the twelve stitches that had so neatly pulled the skin around hip back into place.
Funny thing is, the next day I had a tasting to host in London but had thankfully been given the type of painkillers that stop a train full of elephants!
I dont remember that much about it, the crowd were sympathetic as I felt it only polite to warn them in case I blacked out at some stage, perhaps mid pour which would have been such a waste.
But one thing I do remember, is the rather splendid bottle given to me earlier fromas well as a membership (thanks guys). The society is famed for its vast collection and releases to members of selected cask strength single malts, normally all single cask to boot. Once a member, you have access to not only a superb private bar above the Bleeding Heart pub in Farringdon, but also the chance to buy some brilliant select relaeses throughout the year. The other thing I love about the society is it’s no nonsesne tasting notes. Normally bringing a smile to the face, but deffinately hitting the mark.
My particular bottle (they are only ever numbered) was 19.49 and had in bold writing the top note of “Salty toffee on a carpenters workbench” the tasting note goes on to mention such delights as Chestnuts, liquorice, barley sugar and wood glue! brilliant. Being 1 of only 264 bottles it was a delight to open and share around the “blurry” room of atendees.
With a little bit of research, you can normall find out what the whiksy inside the uniform greem glass bottles is. on this occassion, mine was a 21 yr old Glen Garioch and by gings, it went down well!