Port gives me awful hangovers: even the best stuff. When it comes to dessert wines I prefer the high end Rieslings or posh Sauternes; when the budget stretches to such things, that is. Fewer headaches next morning, I find.
Whisky* is my current tipple, along with good wine, good beer, and anything else this side of naphtha that actually tastes mostly unlike petrol: I suppose this could explain the hangovers.
*Laphroaig quarter cask, Ardbeg Supernova, Lagavulin 21 yo, or Talisker 18yo for preference.
Vintage Armagnac from Janneau. 1950 is too pricy, but the '85 is just about affordable as a very rare treat. (£75 per bottle - a smidgeon cheaper than Krug champagne.)
I don't drink much brandy anymore: it's not as bad as port but the headaches rather put me off. Sooner or later I'll no doubt become antipathic to all alcohol in some gradually increasing fashion: I wonder when I'll end up finding that whisky hurts too much. So I drink it while I still can.
'As we get older we do not get any younger' as the poet said. Later on your body will betray you too: it's the getting to that point that we have to celebrate in moderation.
The 1920 Taylor Fladgate is quite special, however. Very pricy, but there you go.
Given that I'm half Irish, I should applaud your choice of Whiskey: but for me Islay and the Islands provide the most interesting malts.
I doubt that many of your tastes are, um, pedestrian, in the sense you give the word. Refinement seems to bleed into ones life from other areas: it seems almost impossible to improve on part of ones existence (like mind, for example, or income) without all the other parts (like taste) being thrown into a sharper relief and developing thereupon.
My problem is I have become a connoisseur. I grade all of my experiences almost as much as living them. I blame Descartes, it's all his fault: well either him, or my deficient 'Y' chromosome, or some genetic oddity.
Whisky* is my current tipple, along with good wine, good beer, and anything else this side of naphtha that actually tastes mostly unlike petrol: I suppose this could explain the hangovers.
*Laphroaig quarter cask, Ardbeg Supernova, Lagavulin 21 yo, or Talisker 18yo for preference.
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I don't drink much brandy anymore: it's not as bad as port but the headaches rather put me off. Sooner or later I'll no doubt become antipathic to all alcohol in some gradually increasing fashion: I wonder when I'll end up finding that whisky hurts too much. So I drink it while I still can.
'As we get older we do not get any younger' as the poet said. Later on your body will betray you too: it's the getting to that point that we have to celebrate in moderation.
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Given that I'm half Irish, I should applaud your choice of Whiskey: but for me Islay and the Islands provide the most interesting malts.
I doubt that many of your tastes are, um, pedestrian, in the sense you give the word. Refinement seems to bleed into ones life from other areas: it seems almost impossible to improve on part of ones existence (like mind, for example, or income) without all the other parts (like taste) being thrown into a sharper relief and developing thereupon.
My problem is I have become a connoisseur. I grade all of my experiences almost as much as living them. I blame Descartes, it's all his fault: well either him, or my deficient 'Y' chromosome, or some genetic oddity.
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