The value of the auctioned item is in the collectible container, not
its contents.The container has not been opened, but any incidental contents are
not intended for consumption.
Seems suspicious.
quite . . .
I just got this message from the seller:
Hi Amar,
Yes, the bottle is full and sealed. I should have mentioned it in the listing.
Thanks for the question.
Ben
In that case, you are indeed a civilised man, and, struggle though I may to get the words out, one after my own heart (arrgh! 
). If ever I’m round your way or you mine, we now know that 'tis not oil that will need to be poured on troubled waters, but a good peaty malt. Just leave the troubled waters out of mine, that’s all. 
And I could easily persuade you off that thin freezing piss that passes (and the sooner it passes the better) for beer in the US. One slug of Doom Bar is all it’ll take.
Aarrrgh!
my feelings exactly. 
“The king o’ drinks, as I conceive it,Talisker, Islay or Glenlivet”.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Talisker is my fave, though. The 10 year old version; the older stuff is too expensive although I’m sure it’s fantastic.
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Not every US beer is like making love in a rowboat. There are some microbrews in the US that are undoubtedly as good as (or better than! 
) your beloved Doom Bar. (For example, there’s a wonderful porter out of California: Anderson Valley Brewing Company’s “Deep Enders Dark” Porter. Nectar of the gods.)
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Back on topic:
I’ve never tried whisky (or whiskey, for that matter). So tell me, did you like it the first time you tried it, or was it an acquired taste? What kind would the experts here recommend for a whisky virgin’s first sip?
deep enders? sure weeks likes that.
I feel more comfortable on this thread than in the whistle forum: I drink better than I whistle 
so here’s a true story about whistle&whisky. long time ago, a friend of mine brought me an hand made whistle. It didn’t look very good: a clarke-like crooked whistle, horribly soldered, with a raw wooden fipple badly placed. Well… I plop the wooden fipple in a glass full of Laphroaig, and let it there for a long time. then I drank the whisky. wow!! the whisky was more tasty, and of course, the whistle now is playing much better!
I guess I am not the first to try this unconventional tweaking…
I just can’t get my wife to try it even. The upside of that is that my puny supplies last longer but the downside is that I have to justify the acquisition of every damn bottle, which wouldn’t happen if she liked it. I always sort of liked ordinary blended whiskys but they are simply not the same beast at all. Chalk and cheese. It’s tempting to suggest you try something light such as Glenmorangie or The Glenlivet, which are both very good and much better than the ubiquitous Glenfiddich, but my first experience of malt was with 10-year-old Macallan and I loved it straight away. It isn’t the lightest of malts (though not the heaviest either), but it has good balance and a nice background sweetness that is very appealing. Mind you, so has Talisker, but perhaps that giant among malts could come a little later…
Just try it without water first. Once you’ve acquired the taste you can pollute it thus as much as you like. What these diluters forget is that all the standard 40%-ish malts are diluted already before bottling. And you will not remain in my house if I ever see ice floating in your malt. 'Twould be a lesser sin to call the Pope an agnostic.
I long ago quit caring about trying to keep this one straight, for did not your own Shakespeare write “And a whiskie by any other name would still go down as sweetly.” Or something like that.
Besides, I had all those e_s left over from spelling “lightish black” as gra_y.
My first experience with any whisky and/or whiskey was The Glenlivet, so everything else has pretty much paled by comparison. This was back when you could get a fifth of it in Kansas for 12 bucks. I was taught to drink it neat in a brandy snifter.
And in 1975, I broke up with a girl who put soda in Glenlivet. Not soda as in “carbonated water,” but soda as in “coke.” I’ll spare you the details of the sordid parting of the ways, but suffice it to say that it came that same evening and involved a fencing foil and the drunken recitation of a poem from Cyrano De’Bergerac (“Then, as I end the refrain – thrust home”).
yes, but he was a sassenach.
I’m glad you said that and not me!
I had it typed out but then remembered that, as I don’t drink whisky myself, I wouldn’t be slagging our neighbours from a particuarly strong position…
So tell me, did you like it the first time you tried it, or was it an acquired taste? What kind would the experts here recommend for a whisky virgin’s first sip?
I hated it the first time. Then I decided to start gradually. I started with Bushmills, an Irish whiskey. Irish whiskeys are usually triple distilled, while Scotch whiskies twice. The corns of barley used for Irish whiskeys is dried in closed oven and not over a peat fire. For this reasons Irish whiskey is smoother and have no smoky flavour. Try it, drinking a litte sip of water just after it. Then gradually I moved to Scotch and now I love the peaty ones from Islay.
Concerning water, most serious whisky experts suggest to add about 20%
of water in it. They say it helps to free the volatile substances which give aroma to the whisky, and of course not to burn your lingual papillae.
Well… do as you want, just DO NOT put ice in it!!!
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A sad tale indeed, possibly. But surely it should have read “I broke up with a girl because she put soda in Glenlivet” and stopped there. The rest seemed superfluous. You should have known at that point that such a relationship would have no future. I know I’m risking treading on your sensibilities by going on like this, but on the other hand it was 31 years ago so I’m hoping you’re more or less over it by now.
Actually, on second thoughts, about that fencing foil…
Ah, but it was because. The sequence of events when thus –
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- Person in whose honor entertainment was being given, who will hereafter be referred to as “wench,” comes to dinner.
- Wench puts some type of cola beverage in Glenlivet. With icecubes.
- Gonzo looks on disapprovingly but says nothing for fear of spoiling any chances at some rustric bonking later on.
- Gonzo drinks more Glenlivet.
- Repeat step 4 a few more times.
- Gonzo decides to hell with the rustic bonking, grasps fencing foil.
- Gonzo performs dramatic reading from Cyrano de’Bergerac, the passage Cyrano recites when he is composing a poem while dueling with someone who has insulted him.
Lightly I toss my hat away.
Languidly over my arm let fall
My cloak with all of its bright array, then –
Out swords!! And to work withall. . . . .<<There’s more lines here I can’t remember, but then it ends >>
Prince, pray God, who is lord of all,
Pardon your soul for your time has come.
Beat. Pass. Fling You aslant, asprawl;
Then, as I end the refrain, THRUST HOME!!
- Gonzo ends dramatic reading with a flourish and a nearly perfect strike to the sternum.
- Exuent wench and any hope of rustic bonking.
And so gonzo would submit that if none of you has ever poked a wench with a foil for desecrating good whiskey and/or whisky, or has otherwise forsaken an opportunity for rustic bonking in defense of the distiller’s art, then you have no call to criticize his orthography.
You don’t suppose for a minute that the fact you were wielding a trusty sword when pissed up and shouting “THRUST HOME!” at the top of your voice had anything to do with her leaving, do you?
I should hope to kiss a duck it did. What did you expect me to do – “I say, you unconscionable slattern, please remove yourself and that vile concoction to the other side of the threshold post haste and never again darken this humble abode.” Better she should have a cracklin’ good tale to tell her friends – “And then, he was standing on the coffee table with this sword . . and . . . and . . .oh, god, I can’t go on.”
The true gentleman always contrives to leave the lady under the misapprehension that parting company was her idea.