Showing posts with label scotch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scotch. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Diageo Manager's Choice Debate

I am at heart a whisk(e)y nerd. I spend far too late nights engrossed in my subscription copies of Malt Advocate, Whisky Mag and I burn far too much time enthralled by the WhiskyCast podcast. I see a large wall of whiskies, I geek out hard. I typically lose motor function first. My walking slows to a dead crawl, I have a tendency to drool all over myself and anyone foolish enough to hove into my range. Next goes the social awareness and gesticulation. I speak like I'm trying to talk with a mouthful of rubber cement and what comes out is often the most inappropriate responses. This is typically limited to guttural grunts and perverse swear words that can only come moderately close to the true, soul-shaking joy I am experiencing. My friends can attest to my stunned reverence and crippled sociological judgment. They've been to tasting rooms with me.

Its safe to say I like whisk(e)y.

I've been following bourbon, scotch, Irish, Welsh, Japanese, and whatever artisan whiskey the world can crank out with reckless abandon for many years; far more years than I've been legally allowed to drink. Shhh, don't tell Johnny Law. I like to try to keep up with not just independent bottler releases but liquor group special releases. And no special release has rocked the foundations of whisky culture more than the Diageo release of Manager's Choice.

John Hansell, the publisher, reviewer, writer, big cheese of Malt Advocate sums and reviews things up quite nicely here and here but if you're lazy like I am, I'll sum it up shorthand for you here. A few months ago, Diageo decided it would release specially selected, single cask whiskies for the whisky market. The bottles were indeed special, with unique wood profiles and ages for their classic malt lines (such as a 9 year old Oban aged in a sherry cask). Some rarer bottles, typically from distilleries solely used to make their blended scotches were released as well. However, for many, it came with a bitter twist. The price. What was originally thought to be a special release for the whisky nerds (such as myself) turned into a release for serious collectors. Bottle prices that were hoped to be under £100 soared to as high as £350 for the more publicly known scotches.

When I first read about the releases I had hoped they would be affordable. When I quickly found out they would not be, I sighed quietly into my dram and continued on dreaming of the day when I'd be able to afford super-expensive whisk(e)y. But I reflect on it now and I find that I find myself allying with those who balk at the decision. Mark my words, I fully support Diageo. If I were given a job there, I'd work there in a heartbeat, no questions asked. I just feel that this was a poor choice on their part. There are, on average, about 240ish bottles per cask that they selected, depending on age and wood. At £350 a bottle, that's extraordinarily expensive, even for those in the British Isles where wages are paid in pounds. I wonder how many bottles they will move. From what I've seen of the whisk(e)y world, there are far fewer collectors interested in high-ticket items than there are aficionados. And aficionados have massive buying power. I don't think it would be economically wise to burn the aficionados who have helped bring scotch from its 70s roots of just pure blends with no single cask or even single distillery offerings. The aficionados have elevated the world of scotch from a simple drink to a drink of legends. How often is a premium scotch billed as a drink of class; of taste? Quite often. Why? Because it was built so. Yes, the marketing departments probably had their say. But the quest for flavor, for breaking the mold, pushed the boundaries (and asking prices) of scotch to the heavens and far beyond. All because aficionados wanted it. I hate to generalize, but collectors buy the bottles as a monetary investment. Aficionados buy it as an investment of faith, an investment of quality, and an investment of discovery. This is what Diageo should be rewarding, not those hellbent on sequestering their bottles to the nearest safe in hopes that it will be worth 100 times the paying price in years to come. That outlook on whisky doesn't bring them anything. Those that buy the whisky and share it, spread the good times and a good dram, that's what they should be hearkening to. Collectors will buy one bottle, aficionados will buy many.

Alright, I've said my piece. Take it as you will. I'd like to know your thoughts on the subject, if you feel comfortable sharing them. You can post them in the comments or email me to your heart's content at drinkreviews at gmail dot com. Keep on drinkin', folks.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Tasting notes - Ardbeg 10 year

I'll freely admit that I'm relatively new to Islay scotch. I've always been intimidated by the big, rich, peaty punch of those bad boys and I've shied away from them. I favored more of the standard Speyside scotches; light, sweet, and resplendent with fruit. I guess I just couldn't handle that wallop. However, curiosity got the best of me and I picked up a bottle of Ardbeg 10 at the local liquor store. This is the equivalent of learning to drive during the Daytona 500. There is no pussyfooting around on this shit. This is a big bad mamma-jamma that's done time, has scars and tattoos, and killed his own mom because she looked at him funny. Yeah, its that intense of a scotch. Here are the prelim notes:

Nose - Wood smoke, iodine, slight bittersweet chocolate, rich vanilla, sea water, and a light sweetness.

Taste: Smoked meat/bacon, road tar, oranges, tobacco, slight dark fruit, maybe sherry?

Finish is like a sugar coated camp fire: both smoky and sweet at the same time.

Really, this is a doozy of a scotch. Weighing in at about 46% ABV helps too. If you want a peaty fucker, go for Ardbeg. I need to get my hands on some Lagavulin and Laphroaig to round out the Islay category. One of my favorite scotches is Talisker because of its balance between Speyside-like fruity sweetness and Islay smoke and fire. It's interesting to taste the absolute ends of the spectrum. And by interesting, I mean really tasty.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Craaaaap

I'm sick. Tune in soon for reviews of Ardbeg, Elmer T. Lee, and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. Nom.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Last Night's Event - Saturday, August 16th




So last night was the much revered Cigar and Scotch Night out on my porch. The motley collection of ruffians, toothless hobos, and staggering drunkards/pickpockets I call friends arrived on my porch, salivating over the thought of splitting a bottle of rotgut and cigars that could only be fairly deemed "rolled up, piss soaked newspapers".

Well, actually...

Part of that is right. Most of my friends are the scourge of society. Working class Joes with jobs that no ones wants (like political consultant, ba-dum-pish!), janitors/maintenance, mechanics and general lackeys for the richer, snootier city fucks that slovenly drive up here, using my fair city as a place to dump their kids and problems when they don't want to deal with them for a weekend. You know the kind. The "three-martini-lunch-then-hop-in-my-Aston-Martin-while- blitzed-doing-120-down-roads-I-don't-actually-know-and-bribing-my-way-out-of-my-16th-DUI" kind of people.

It can be generally said that most of the stuff we drink and smoke is significantly, if not outright, classier than we are. Cigars in the range of $8-$10, bourbon and scotch on the middle of the road price range and beer that, if it were a guy competing with us for a woman, would win hands down and leave us drowning in the bottom of a bottle at 3am in a bar that's far too nice for us. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't saying that I don't like the cheap stuff. Jim Beam White Labe, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and Gordon's gin in a plastic bottle are excellent friends of mine. But we tend towards the affordable, easily disposed of luxuries instead of $80,000 cars (or politicians, ba-dum-pish!).

So, that night we staked out on my deck like robbers casing a jewelry store, bottle of The Balvenie DoubleWood and a tin of Don Lino Africa Kuro cigars. I will be honest, the conversation was of a manly nature, about women we've courted and nights of revelry long past, so I wasn't exactly focused exclusively on the scotch. What I did note is that it was rather pleasant. A nice golden, bordering on amber liquid with an oaky and ripe fruit nose that had little to no smoke. The taste exhibited some of the sherry cask it had sat in with rich cranberry-like spice. A nice drink. The cigar was equally as tasty. Very spicy, with leather and cedar and slightly nutty. And the filtered French Lucky Strikes were damn tasty. Nom.

That was our night. A night of drunken revelry with good company. And no one threatened harm or death on anyone, so that was a first.