Gentlemen,
Our fifth tasting is now behind us and, as always, it was a most pleasurable and memorable evening. It's apparent that no matter the temperature, good company and a drop of the pure are all we need to feel perfectly cheery. That said, I think all who came out will agree that we teetered on the brink of insanity as we trevailed against the wind and driving snow on Thursday night.
Our tasting this month was of the Scottish Lowland's Glenkinchie 10 year old (43% ABV). While it certainly wasn't much of a charmer, it wasn't so bad as a Highlander might be led to believe. The pale amber dram was light and unobtrusive, smacking of hay and cereal, and the slightest pepper on the brief finish. With a splash of water the scent and taste of straw and florals emerged, leading us to unanimous agreement that the water was a welcome addition. We gave it slightly above average marks, with a result of 5.8 out of 10. This makes Glenkinchie our lowest scoring dram to date, but perhaps we've just been a little spoiled by our recent trials.
I hope that those of you who were able to brave the elements enjoyed, as I did, the consistently steady hand of our favorite barmaid slash ticket counter clerk slash graphic artist. There has been some discussion about continuing to use the Korner for the purpose of our tastings, and I think the idea that we might find other accomodations more suitable is something we should discuss ere long. And while the service at our supper is always fine, I think we can all agree that this one was probably better without the kilt. At least the pints and puddings were spot on.
The best thing of all was learning that it's only 20 minutes through the most horrendous twists and turns in some of the roughest weather you'll ever have to drive, 'till you find yourself in the comfort of a good friend's home for a fine nightcap and wonderful cigars.
I'll leave you on that note and begin waiting desperately until our sixth...
