My love for good Whiskey stared a few years back. Now I’m not talking Jack Daniels or Bells the drinks that everyone has from the age of
16 18 21, but real, Whiskey.
Since it has now become more of a collection obsession rather than just a better drink, here come the posts…
It all started in an Airport and some mystery older woman and some spare must-spend-or-it-wont-count holiday money. I bowled it into some liqueur shop and gave her the old “I like JD etc, can you suggest something better for around £25?”.
Obviously realising she had a noob on her hands, she paused and pointed me to Glenfiddich 12yr without a fuss and without smiting my noobish demeanour.
After a flight with some rather exasperated flight attendants, and a few more Glenfiddich 12yr over the coming months.
I found myself with a nice collection of green bottles on my fake-fireplace shelf.
Glenfiddich 12yr (although I didn’t know it then) as The Whiskey Flavour, the wooden, spiced, Scottish grunt that all the best Whiskeys do…