Scotch has been forced into a zero sum deal with obviousness. Which would be fine. Bourbon is obvious. But Scotch costs so much. It’s not the money, its the energy it attracts. Pent up. Fussy. Too busy and defensive to be informed. (Still Love Springbank.)
Japan. Stoic guardian of whisky music. My new home, and new only because – I suspect – Michigan is slow to make it available.
This drink pictured below is some kind of height of grassy golden pollen-sticky rendering. It took it 12 years of aging for it to taste like the first week of September, with the quickness of the lowering sun and the cicadas.