Tough stuff spirit

People say: “they don’t make stuff like they used to”. I say this, my pals say this and my dad certainly says this (though I secretly think he’s referring to people as well…). It was rather nice this evening to see that in some quarters, at least, they actually DO make stuff properly, like they used to, good and hard.

I’m always on the look out for a hook to turn a bad situation into something positive, and hopefully something to write on the blog, and this momentous event certainly falls into this category. This afternoon I bought (or rather, WAS bought) a rather cracking bottle of fine single malt whisky. Having taken a good while in the shop carefully sifting through a few malts, I decided on something I hadn’t tried before, from the west coast of Islay. It was a Bruichladdich, and mighty fine she was too.

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As I climbed out the car this evening, I put the shining silver case on the roof of my car. Unbeknown to me it was upside down, so after locking the car and turing to gather the whisky and other faff I hoisted her briefly into the air only for the bottle inside to quietly slip out and roll off the roof. I’m sure the scene was comical: a bottle of fine malt careering off the roof, with a stupefied punter moving in comical slow motion to try and grab it whilst simultaneously grasping a large potted plant and two cameras.

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The bottle hit the deck with a bone crunching, slightly eye watering `ting’ before quietly rolling up against the pavement. I dashed over, picked her up and cradled her in my shaking arms. Unbroken, just slightly chipped. That is some hard-ass glass man shit. It’s nice to see something made good and proper.

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I raised a quiet toast this evening to a fine malt, a solid bottle and good the old fashioned tough stuff spirit. It’s important for fly fishing too, of course. Not long to go now…

5 comments

  1. Ed’s avatar

    You know, the glass may have been weakened. There could be glass molecules reassembling this very minute, preparing to build a spiderweb of cracks over the coming days that will eventually result in an explosion of glass and single malt.

    So I would advise you to fill your fly fishing flask, and your friends’ fly fishing flasks right away, and stay up all night polishing off the rest. Just in case.

  2. Alistair’s avatar

    Im with Ed on this one – you can visit me tonight to fill my flask !!

    Quick!

  3. mike’s avatar

    Well, as much as that sounds like a great idea Ed… I’ve a bad feeling I wouldn’t ever want to touch whisky again.. It’s ‘cask strength’, which means about 54%, and it sort of hits you like a small bus the first few seconds. Then it’s slightly sweet, peaty and a little fruity. Glorious, basically.

    Alistair, I’ll see YOU later pal.

  4. Ralph’s avatar

    The comments above are helpful but the best place to keep your whiskey is in a tumbler and then decant it into your mouth and keep it safe in your tummy till you see another sheep and your pee will turn wobbly

  5. mike’s avatar

    Thank you for that advice Ralph my man, I shall take it sincerely and apply it regularly. Good day to you.

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