the only thing that matters to me right now
You'd think, from the melodramatic title, that this post would be about women or friends or love. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but it is in fact about scotch. Not just any scotch though, a fine Macallan 12-year-old single speyside malt sherry-oak-cask matured scotch. It's absolutely amazing. From the moment I inhaled the spicy, faintly vanilla-and-fruit aroma when I uncorked the bottle, I knew I was in for a real treat. And as I sip it, I am treated to an explosion of warmth and smooth flavor the like of which I can only experience when enjoying this singular beverage. Holding it on my tongue, the scotch imparts a rich smoky flavor which mellows pleasantly and then fades into dried fruit and spice, with just the tiniest hint of caramel. Upon swallowing, I experience a wonderful tingling sensation, followed by even mellower woodsmoke and wisps of honey.
And that's just the first sip.
I'm on my second glass and there's something new to discover with each imbibation. It's wednesday night, and i'm not getting drunk-- I'm just enjoying myself to the fullest, with the only thing that matters to me right now--Scotch.
And that's just the first sip.
I'm on my second glass and there's something new to discover with each imbibation. It's wednesday night, and i'm not getting drunk-- I'm just enjoying myself to the fullest, with the only thing that matters to me right now--Scotch.