I was traveling on business this past week and myself and several colleagues went out for drinks and dinner after work. We chose a snazzy new restaurant, so new in fact that it was opening night.
When we arrived, I examined the drinks menu and decided on a Tecate, the second-best liquor from Mexico (after Monte Alban). Oops, not in stock yet, its opening night after all. So I settled for something called a Landshark. Cute name, bad beer as it turns out. After forcing down the Landcrap, I decided I should switch to Scotch and a colleague recommended Oban from the list. Oops, not in stock yet, its opening night after all. So I settled for a Macallan.
This horrible selection experience spurred me into action and upon arrival home, I promptly bought both Tecate and Oban. The Tecate is of course already drunk and gone back to nature, but I have not yet cracked the Oban, as three fingers of the BenRiach remain. The BenRiach was an interesting buy, being finished in tawny port hogsheads to add flavor. I did not actually detect the taste of any hogs heads, so that phrase-ology must mean something other than the obvious. It did have a very rich, powerful taste, although my un-educated palate was not able to break it out into the "Butterscotch, herbs, cinnamon, peaches and sultanas, infused with rich port and oak wood notes" which it was purported to exhibit.
The Oban should be a nice drink. Its hard not to be attracted to a scotch whose main draw is the fact that old dead Celts were found beneath the distillery.
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