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The Mystery of Finlaggan

Always partial to an Islay, I tried this for the first time and it fared very much better than a Lagavulin 8 200th Anniversary Edition. The general consensus seems to be that price-wise this Islay offers a really big bang for the buck. Here are two assessments of it.     alcoholFinlaggangastronomyIslaysingle malt

Breaking Bourbon

A few weeks back I made the error of purchasing a second bottle of Woodford Reserve Double Oaked (it was erroneous because I must not quite have assimilated the full depth of my disappointment first time round). A minority view, I know, but I just found the extra oaking a case of “over-egging the pud”…

My kind of GP

Especially during prohibition. See: Winston Churchill Gets a Doctor’s Note to Drink “Unlimited” Alcohol in Prohibition America (1932) “I do not wish to be hurt any more. Give me chloroform or something,” he directed, while waiting for the anesthetist. ***** [Otto Pickhardt] is perhaps best known as the doctor who treated Winston Churchill when he was hit…

India meets NOLA

As a Brit living in North America if ever there were a cuisine that I have regular cravings for it is Indian, Indian long-since becoming the national cuisine, a most welcome antidote to the grimness of the then-British cuisine of the early ’70s. Inevitably, there is so much schlock out there or if one goes…

Prickly Pear EquineOx

Here is an interesting tipple from Eau Claire. The nose is so compelling and though I preferred it neat (a good test) others mixed it with soda water or Pellegrino and thought it very pleasant. Small distilleries are doing terrific experiments in BC and Alberta outdoing the usual so-called premium brands of vodka and gin.…

Extremely flammable, please create with care

This is, without doubt, the best Canuck tipple that I’ve had. It may well be the best vodka I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine a serious mixologist not having this as the essential base for mixing vodka-based classics or as the ideal canvas against which to create some new cocktails. Just a smidgeon warms the cockles of…

Walker Percy Wednesday 144 (Or Why Writers Drink)

Why Writers Drink He is marooned in his cortex. Therefore it is his cortex he must assault. Worse, actually. He, his self, is marooned in his left cortex, locus of consciousness according to Eccles. Yet his work, if he is any good, comes from listening to his right brain, locus of the unconscious knowledge of…