Liquor, et alia

#1

Anyone a scotch drinker? I have a friend who's getting married in a couple of weeks and I saw they have a decanter and a "Scotch" tag on their registry, along with sundry glasses. I was thinking of picking up a few glasses and a bottle of scotch as a gift, but I've no real experience with scotch.

I want to get something respectable - it's his wedding, after all - but I don't want to break the bank. I was looking at the local ABC Store website and saw they have Auchentoshan Classic single malt on sale for a very reasonable price. The reviews for it are all over the place, so I'm not sure what to think. They carry McClellan's too, but all the reviews for it are terrible, so that's out, and most other scotches are more than I'd want to spend. So I'm thinking it's the Auchentoshan or no scotch at all (I'd still get him a nice Irish whiskey).

Is Auchentoshan a fair dram, or should I cross the waters and get reliable old Bushmills?

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#2

Ahhhhh, scotch.

You most certainly want to get a quality single-malt, being that your friend is a professed imbiber of the amber nectar. Bushmills is certainly out. By the way, Bushmills is from Northern Ireland, and often disrespected by the Irish. Jameson's would be the go-to whiskey for an Irish pal. But I greatly digress...

May I recommend 2 scotches? The first is Ardbheg. Quality without breaking the bank. You want to get at least a 12 yr old one by the by. Another winner is Laphroaig, made from smoked peat. An acquired taste for sure, but distinct and impressive to Scotch drinkers. Here, you want to go for a 12 or 16 yr old bottle, as opposed to the standard 10 yr old.

In conclusion, a nicely aged Ardbheg or Laphroaig will set you back anywhere from $60-$80. But hey, it's a wedding and the recepient is a connoisseur.

I could go on...

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#3

And now for some Robert Burns...

Scotch Drink

Let other poets raise a fracas
Bout vines and wines, and drunken Bacchus,
And crabbit names and stories wrack us,
And grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or jug.
Oh thou, my Muse! Guid auld Scotch drink!
Whether thro wimplin worms thou jink,
Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink,
In glorious faem,
Inspire me, till I lisp and wink,
To sing thy name.

Let husky wheat the haughs adorn,
An oats set up their awnie horn,
An pease and beans at e'en or morn,
Perfume the plain:
Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn,
Thou king o' grain.

On thee aft Scotland chows her cood,
In souple scones, the wale o' food!
Or tumblin' in the boiling flood
Wi' kail and beef;
But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood,
There thou shines chief.

Food fills the wame, and keeps us livin';
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin',
When heavy-dragg'd wi pine and grievin';
But oiled by thee,
The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin',
Wi' rattlin' glee.

Thou clear's the head o' doited Lear:
Thou cheers the heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil:
Thou even brightens dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.

Aft, clad in massy siller weed,
Wi' gentles thou erects thy head;
Yet humbly kind, in time o' need,
The poor man's wine,
His wee drap parritch, or his bread,
Thou kitchens fine.

Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But thee, what were our fairs and rants?
Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts,
By thee inspir'd,
When gaping they besiege the tents,
Are doubly fir'd.

That merry night we get the corn in,
O sweetly then thou reams die horn in!
Or reekin' on a New-Year mornin'
In cog or bicker,
And just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in,
And gusty sucker!

When Vulcan gies his bellows breath,
An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith,
O rare to see thee fizz and freath
I' the lugget caup!
Then Burnewin comes on like death
At ev'ry chap.

Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel;
The brawnie, banie, ploughman chiel,
Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,
The strong forehammer,
Till block and studdie ring and reel
Wi' dinsome clamour.

When skirlin' weanies see the light,
Thou maks the gossips clatter bright
How fumblin' cuifs their dearies slight -
Wae worth the name!
Nae howdie gets a social night,
Or plack frae them.

When neibors anger at a plea,
And just as wud as wud can be,
How easy can the barley-bree
Cement the quarrel!
It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee
To taste the barrel.

Alake! That e'er my muse has reason
To wyte her countrymen wi' treason;
But mony daily weet their weason
Wi' liquors nice,
And hardly in a winter's season,
E'er spier her price.

Wae worth that Brandy, burning trash!
Fell source o' mony a pain and brash!
Twins mony a poor, doylt, drucken hash,
O' half his days;
And sends beside, auld Scotland's cash
Tae her worst faes.

Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well!
Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor plackless devils like mysel'
It sets you ill,
Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell,
Or foreign gill.

Meaning of unusual words:

crabbit=bad tempered, cross
lug=ear
wimplin=twisting, turning
jink=dodge nimbly
faem=foam
haughs=river meadowland
awnie=bearded
Leeze me on=an expression of extreme pleasure
chows her cood=chews her cud
souple=thin, pliable
wale=the pick, choice
kail=a curly variety of cabbage
scrievin'=screeching
doited=foolish, crazed
sucker=sugar
graith=harness for horses
freath=froth, foam
lugget caup=cup with projecting handles
Burnewin=blacksmith
airn=iron
owrehip=striking metal by raising a hammer over the shoulder
studdie ring=anvil ring
dinsome=riotous, brawling
skirlin' weanies=screaming children
cuifs=fool, simpleton
howdie=midwife
plack=a small copper coin (worth about one-third of a penny)
wyte=blame
spier=ask
doylt, drucken hash=muddled, drunken mess
plackless=penniless
mell=mix

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#4

I shall endeavor to use the word "crabbit" at least once daily.

I don't know precisely what my friend drinks, but I suspect an Islay like Laphroaig would be up his alley. I'll have to see what the ABC has in stock.

I like both Bushmills and Jameson, and I'll take either when given the opportunity. Which reminds me of an Irish anecdote! My brother went to Ireland on a business trip last year. When he asked me what kind of souvenir I wanted, I naturally suggested a native Irish liquor. In my research to narrow down the selection, I came across a few articles about poitin. Intrigued, I asked my brother to track some down. He said the conversation went like this:
BROTHER: Do you know where I can get some poitin?
IRISHMAN: ...Yeah.
BROTHER: ...What?
IRISHMAN: You know it's illegal, right?
BROTHER: Oh? How illegal?
IRISHMAN: I don't think you'd make it home.
So he got me a hat and a bottle of Paddy's.

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#5

Ahhhhh, scotch.

You most certainly want to get a quality single-malt, being that your friend is a professed imbiber of the amber nectar. Bushmills is certainly out. By the way, Bushmills is from Northern Ireland, and often disrespected by the Irish. Jameson's would be the go-to whiskey for an Irish pal. But I greatly digress...

May I recommend 2 scotches? The first is Ardbheg. Quality without breaking the bank. You want to get at least a 12 yr old one by the by. Another winner is Laphroaig, made from smoked peat. An acquired taste for sure, but distinct and impressive to Scotch drinkers. Here, you want to go for a 12 or 16 yr old bottle, as opposed to the standard 10 yr old.

In conclusion, a nicely aged Ardbheg or Laphroaig will set you back anywhere from $60-$80. But hey, it's a wedding and the recepient is a connoisseur.

I could go on...

I'll second the recommendation for Laphroaig, I'm not a scotch drinker personally, but I bought my father in law a bottle of the 10 Year (I think) and it set me back about $60, but he said it was the best scotch he had ever had, and very much enjoyed it. (My wife routinely gets him Speyburn or McClellans for Xmas, but after he bought me a rifle for my birthday, I stepped in and went with a better scotch)