So I was polishing off the dregs of a much-worn bottle of Jameson’s 12 Year ambrosia last evening, and somehow had the attention span and focus to notice that at the lowermost area of its sides are some curiosities molded into the glass, including the signature of Geo. Jameson and Son duplicated in relief, which was nice and all, but directly below it -and of far greater interest to me- was a line of raised dots, thusly:
.. . . … ..
…followed (not closely) by the numeral 26, I think it was. It’s some sort of code, and I would like the C&F codebreakers’ squad to let me know what this is all about. Dot dot space dot space dot space dot dot dot space dot dot…
Fascinating. I’ll volunteer to try to break the code. Rotten job, but someone’s gotta do it. Umm…I’ll need you to send me a dozen bottles or so right away–hurry! No time to empty them.
Having emptied manys the bottle of Jemmy over the years I can understand the careful and loving examination of the empty bottle…as to the dots…sounds to me like some sort of I.D. for the makers of the actual bottle which I should imagine are made for Jamesons by a number of different suppliers.
To take my mind off the whiskey that got away, I googled the mysterious acronym. Hey, I think you’re on to something here. Really. Take a look:
'BAH FUTUVA MUMA’n CUR DE ROBOTI !! IEESI IN MORTII MATII !! CE TOT ATAT AMANATI MAH !!! MARJ IN MORTII MATII !! mama mama.. cat nervi mi-ati facut bagavash pula’n inima !
It has disturbing implications, to say the least. Robots? Death? Worse…an epidemic of malign exclamation points? You stumbled across this not a moment too soon, I’d say.
[edited, albeit too late, to correct heinous nomenclature error]
Cripes, that was dumb. What was I thinking? Was I thinking? My defense is: 1) I was distracted and 2) any time I see any word related to the concept: “whiskey”…my mind nearly always translates it instantly into “Scotch.” Sincere apologies to you and to dubhlinn and to the good John Jameson and Son (may their tribe increase) and indeed to all the people of Cork and, well, anyone else who might be offended by my inadvertent f***wittery.
Well, being prone to the paranoia naturally induced by sobriety, I checked on it (to make sure I wasn’t going to go from bad to worse) and what I read was that it was still “vatted” in Dublin, and the company’s headquarters were there, but was now actually produced at another distillery in Midleton, Co. Cork. Be just my luck that was wrong too. Eek.
Best,
scottie
I’ll forgive yours if you forgive mine (though mine was much worse) … As my penance, how about if I promise to secure a bottle of Jameson’s right away; to consume it with all deliberate speed; and under no circumstances to resort to the sad and disrespectful American habit of only putting it into my coffee?
