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Before we get to the review, let us first consider the facts:
1. a number of governmental budget cuts are coming down the line, and my partner and I are both government employees;
2. our household members' unions will soon be entering contract negotiations with little optimism;
3. I just got a surprise tuition bill equivalent to roughly two paycheques;
4. I have set out to try a wide variety of scotches and report back to you, and;
5. I did not pick this scotch. He did. He thinks maybe we (I) should start drinking more blends.
I have never hidden the fact that my scotch-drinking days began with a good few bottles of Chivas Regal as I worked my way through my undergrad degree. And while I generally agree with this reviewer, I also think that blends are not all bad by definition. They're just not nearly as good as single malts. But I will sometimes drink them.
I still sometimes make grilled cheese with Kraft Singles, too.
This is what my mate brought me, and this is how I'm drinking it tonight, after a day of too many people (especially sales people), too many places, too many choices to make, and not nearly enough progesterone or chocolate:
|I was drinking tea out of this mug earlier. "Earlier" as in... yesterday. With this scotch, it really doesn't matter much if a trace of dried stale milk mixes in. I did want to keep it classy by not drinking straight out of the bottle, however.|
My initial impression of this scotch was that it smells and tastes rather a lot like apple cider vinegar with a touch of clover honey, diluted with rubbing alcohol. My more considered opinion is much the same.
To be fair, I am about half-way through the bottle, so it is drinkable. It improves a bit when let to sit and breathe a bit. It is most definitely improved by a generous portion of water -- I poured a glass about 1 part water and 2 parts scotch and it made for a reasonably pleasant and refreshing tipple. This is a great scotch for those who prefer their scotch "on the rocks" -- it likes to be cold and diluted.
In short, this is just the scotch I needed tonight, when the last thing I wanted was yet something else to make me feel less elegant and sophisticated in comparison. I wanted a drink. I wanted to feel a bit of warm softness for my eyeballs to settle into. I wanted an easy nightcap that would cause me no emotional reaction one way or another. This did the job just fine.
As a bonus, reflecting on the good-in-the-bad, it helped me to remember that, earlier in my relatively crappy today, my mate also found my car (parked where I was having lunch with a friend), and left me a bunch of pink tulips on the passenger seat. See? Even inelegant scotch has it's purpose.