A Scotch tasting differs from a wine tasting in a few ways. Firstly, the hangover can be fierce. Yeah, I’m gonna lead with that because I might have written this blog post yesterday if I had actually had more than two brain cells to rub together. Not that I drank a lot, mind you, but sampling six different varieties of single malt is a lot to me. It’s about three times what I normally drink in one sitting.
The second difference is related to the first. The crowd got a little rowdier. Six hits of Scotland’s finest will do that. We all maintained our civility until the end—though Husband and I left before the fights over who got to finish the bottle of what might have broken out. Continue reading “Tasting Single Malt”