Making whisky happens roughly in the same way at almost any distillery you visit anywhere in the world. We’ll cover what some of the differences are later, but their similarities far outweigh them. So how does it all come together? Continue reading
Month: November 2012
There’s a lot of whisky out there. A LOT. Millions of casks maturing all over Scotland, Ireland, Canada, the US and around the rest of the world, to say nothing of everything already in bottles in liquor stores and personal collections. There’s something very special about the consistency of all of that whisky. It’s amazing that these different producers can get so much consistency out of something so organic. And every once in a while it’s nice to find something that breaks the norm. Every once in a while you come across something that really stands out. Something really extraordinary. That’s exactly what I was treated to recently. Continue reading
As part of our Back to Basics series, we’ll start with the fundamental question – What is Whisky? Whisky is a big word. By just saying ‘whisky’ (or whiskey – as we’ll cover soon), there are several things that come to mind. So, what is it? What makes it whisk(e)y? How is it different? Continue reading
Some people call whisk(e)y the ‘Wine of the Spirit World’ because of the variety of flavors, the importance of regionality and its ability to pair with food. The reality is it’s even easier to pair a whisk(e)y with food than wine because you don’t have to worry about the delicacies of wine – whisk(e)y will hold up to anything you throw at it! With Thanksgiving coming up I thought I’d suggest a few whiskies that might pair well with traditional Turkey Day dishes. Continue reading
Whisk(e)y is great. I think we can all agree on that. There are so many options available to us, offerings from more distilleries than ever, prices that range from the most modest budgets to 5-figure investment (and everything in-between) and more information than any average whisk(e)y-lover would know what to do with. Continue reading