This is my friend Dalwhinnie. We haven't seen each other in a while, so we're getting re-acquainted.
Day 230 – Liquid Gold
A New Year of Joy
an exploration of chronic pain and purpose
This is my friend Dalwhinnie. We haven't seen each other in a while, so we're getting re-acquainted.
A New Year of Joy 
Once in my life, I was nervy enough to buy a bottle of this:
http://www.thewhiskyexchange.com/P-3643.aspx
I couldn’t afford it…at all…but I did. The only thing more beautiful than that 25 year old Macallan (note on the link page that it scored 100/100 – beat that!) was the comment from a friend who shared it with me – who referred to it as “liquid diamonds” – which it was.
I’ve only really developed a taste for scotch in the past five years. Even so, I still can’t handle it if it’s too peaty. Still have some growing up to do.
Scotch, like guinness and olives, is an acquired taste, to be sure.
The first time I drank a single malt – Tamnavulin – it scorched the inside of my mouth. My response? Damn – I have to try that again!
It’s sort of a Darwin awards for the epicuriously challenged, I suppose.