That’s About The Size Of It
Via Blackfive, who hits a little close to home. My moustache is kempt, thankyew. I have my pride…
16 Responses to “That’s About The Size Of It”
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August 18th, 2006 at 6:58 am
Thy moustache may be kempt, but is thy Scotch Glenlivet or Glenfiddich? That is what raises thy marks accordingly.
Press on, son.
Subsunk
August 18th, 2006 at 7:27 am
Mr. Subsunk… Why would you propose a differentiation between two single malts that are so alike in so many ways? Certainly you could have provided a more disparate choice… I am certain that Mr. Chap will be able to provide any number of options, as I know personally of his knowledge with regards to same.
In my own cabinet you will find 12 yr. old Dalmore and Macallan Cask Stength… should you wish to know it.
Best…
August 18th, 2006 at 7:36 am
None at work; it’s too neoprohibitionist these days. (Did you see what that Senior Naval Leader is trying to do in SoCal?) Home’s got many nice things, from the Van Winkle Reserve 12 bourbon to the Usqaebach stoneware vatted malt. Fewer than when I was still getting the bonuses, but one does what one can.
Although one can’t go wrong with Highland Park, Springbank, Macallan, a decent Bowmore, a spot of some of that Japanese whisky for a mizuwari, a li’l Laphroaig for the cold nights, and some Blanton’s in case the neighbors drop by…
August 18th, 2006 at 8:47 am
Any votes for Glenmorangie, esp that aged in Port casks?
I’ll second the Macallan for winter sipping but Laphroaig tastes like saltwater to me. Glenlivet for me is the perfect generic single malt — it will alwyas do even though its personality is rather plain. And Dalwhinnie, not afraid to admit its sweetness puts it near the top.
August 18th, 2006 at 11:00 am
Dalwhinnie’s good, but I haven’t bought a bottle in decades for some reason.
Saltwater can be a good thing!
August 18th, 2006 at 1:14 pm
Someone needs to tell all them 0-4′s that what the lobotomy took away when they made 0-4 comes back at 0-6!
There’s hope for y’all hinges. Trust me.
B2- ex JOPA, Hinges, etc.
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re the Scotch: This reverance to each and every individual single malt as something one can REALLY tell the difference
from after 1-2, man, I hope we don’t create another micro-beer brewing industry where all the beer tastes like a loaf of bread or all the scotch tastes like an Old Frog!.
You see. Although I prefer Glenfiddich/Livet/etc. I still like Johnny Walker Red or even Cutty. Of course I prefer Old Milwaukee to Sam Adams, too so what does he know, right? But wouldn’t we hate to turn arrogance for scotch into how the French and Californicators have subverted wine!
B2
B2
August 18th, 2006 at 6:04 pm
It’s all in what you like, right? No sense being elitist. As long as it isn’t North Korean Pyongyang Soju, I’ll be good.
That Pyongyang soju, man, that’s about terrible. Even the bottle isn’t straight. Stinking commies…
August 19th, 2006 at 2:05 am
Cardhu.
August 19th, 2006 at 9:53 am
I had to check this Soju out on Google. Yeah, I may have drunk it along with a plate of Chimchi one night on Texas Street….
Sounds about right: “”A descent scent of Korean soil floats in a mouth”
You can’t say Old Millwater and Dewars taste that bad!
B2
August 19th, 2006 at 9:54 am
Ah the memories… South Korean Soju mixed with Orange Crush over endless games of Chess with my buddy Sgt. Simms… Yongson… ’86.
Wow…
BTW… I actually CAN tell the difference between single malts after two or even three… according to me! Of course by then, I don’t really CARE so what is the sense?
:-)
August 19th, 2006 at 10:55 pm
John,
My only point is I’d hate to see that last bastion- Scotch, single malt or blended. turned into
micro-distilleries and tasting contests in coast to coast fern bars… Well, that did happen to beer ya know!
B2
August 20th, 2006 at 12:49 am
I remember the days of the homebrew movement, with guys like Fritz Maytag nearly wrecking himself trying to fix Anchor Brewery, and the wonderful explosion of good beer that finally hit in the late eighties. Wonderful stuff.
Of course the pendulum swung too far and we got all those chardonnay snobs getting all jiggy with the microbrew–but at the same time, Budweiser started caring about keeping its product fresh, and I could find lambic on tap sometimes, and tasty beer popped up all over the place. Heck, it even killed off the “ice beers” phenomenon.
I still like me some Bud, but I do like different stuff at different times, if you know what I mean. I’m very glad someone finally figured out how to make scotch ales and decent biere de garde (this farmhouse ale which will cure what ails ya, unless you’re suffering from MGD withdrawal).
Tell ya what. Come on by and I’ll take you to Dundee Dell, where the lady what runs it has this Scotch collection of something over two hundred kinds, no ferns in sight although they’ve got fish and chips, and maybe we’ll find something you like. I think they even have Glenlivet.
August 20th, 2006 at 12:58 am
You know…the thing that I liked about learning beer (I homebrewed until I saw what it did to the waistline) and then whisk(e)y, is that I learned how to pay a lot of attention to what I was eating or drinking. Hadn’t really done that before. I don’t have to–can chow like anyone else–but it’s a true pleasure to go do the adult version of collecting baseball cards by finding something interesting in the booze aisle, and maybe find a way that it fits better than it might otherwise. Good manly stuff, hanging out in the homebrew shops and talking beer, hanging out in the breweries and learning what “sparging” is, cooking with ten gallon pots and stinkin’ up the house, tracking down the few people who would actually enjoy a Thomas Hardy’s Ale that I saved for years in my mother-in-law’s basement and sharing it with them.)
(Laphroaig will whack you in the head, and isn’t for all times; neither is Bowmore. An old standby like Macallan or Springbank might well fit about anywhere, just like the desires of my chief back in the day who only would drink Bud, but if I did that I’d miss out on the other interesting things out there.)
August 20th, 2006 at 11:38 am
Oh man. I’ve just learned your true passion and hobby and it sounds pretty good. No intent to disparage.
Of course when nukes get into something, being the detailed engineers you are, well forget the devil, it’s all the details! BTW, I’ve never met a tumbler o’scotch I truly hated..unless it was 90 degrees out and it didn’t have any ice!
I’m just an old fart who isn’t much of a consumer. Personally I don’t like going to the store for a tube o’toothpaste and having to stare and comprehend the display with 100 varities and same # of sizes. I like simple, because well, I’m simple…..strike that. Common? No. I don’t know, forget it….
B2
August 20th, 2006 at 11:54 am
“true passion and hobby…”
Music?
No offense taken, surely! It’s a free country. You’ve just figured out what you like a lot more quickly than I have!
August 20th, 2006 at 7:01 pm
Jesus, guys! All I said was to make sure you had something to drink in the cabinet. I wouldn’t know the difference between Macallan and Dalwhinnie. I just know to keep the boss’s glass filled when he’s over for barbeque.
But I’m awful glad to know I’m in such hallowed company that each of you would bring along your favorites and the party would go on and on and on…
After all, you give a nuke a 50-50 chance and 90 percent of the time… he comes up with a good drink at the party.
Subsunk, laughing his ass off. Out.