Whiskey was actually the first alcoholic beverage I ever had. When I was a teenager, my dad left his Johnny Walker exposed in the kitchen and I poured some into my orange juice. It was gross and I didn't drink whiskey again until college. Now, at the ripe meh-age of 23, my palette has developed and I've become a little bit of a whiskey snob. I've traded in the JD and SoCo for Maker'sMark and Knob Creek. When I go out to restuarants, I'll order a single malt scotch, provided that I have money and it is under $14 (it's tough to be a connoisseur on a budget).
Needless to say, I was pretty psyched about test driving a bottle of Canadian Club's 30 Year Reserve Whisky (that's right, the cannucks leave off the 'e'). . .
This bottle of 30 Year Reserve Whisky, which retails for $200, was released to celebrate 150 years of Canadian Club getting people around the globe mighty "thundered" (Sri Lankan slang for drunk). Only 3,000 were made, so this shiz is pretty rare. And what better occasian to drink this than my friend's going away party?
Eating a delicious blondie as my hetero life partner Waqas and I display the goods (meaning the whisky, of course).
Before taking part in the tasting though, I consulted the manual that came with the whisky. That's right, fancy whisky comes with instructions. As I was nerding it up, people were getting tired of me reading them the directions aloud and wanted to start drinking already. Vultures.The gist of the instructions were to look for the "luscious oak character enhanced by delicate hints of dried fruit and subtle spice." Yeah, whatever man--I do what I want!
Just studying for the big taste test.
Carefully pouring the whisky. I'd feel like a real putz if I spilled $200 whisky on the counter. I'd probably lick it up.
After pouring 10 glasses or so we were finally ready to begin the great American taste test!
Cheers!
A Beard's-Eye View of the snifting/tasting.
The verdict? Good. Damn good. This whisky was velvety smooth going down your gullet and the aroma was out of this world. Most of us thought it had a strong butterscotch scent and taste to it. Some other reviews:
Laura: "At first I thought it tasted like butterscotch. I don't think it tastes like butterscotch anymore, but it's still quite good."
Matt: "It goes well with a beer and a blondie!" (note: blondie = desert treat, not a person. -S)
John: "Hmmm. Tis good!"
Soon after the tasting we delved into deliciously decadent behavior (which really means we just danced around to Beach Boys and soul music).
All's well, ends well for the dick meeting! If you can afford it, enjoy! It's definitely the best whisky by our neighbors to the north that I've ever had.
[$200, Canadian Club]
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