Even better
So, there I was, typing away in the middle of the night, when one of my characters happens to mention single malt scotch. And I think to my self, Hey — I’ve got some single malt scotch. I could have some, right now!
So I did.
Laphroaig is my favorite single malt. But I had forgotten that I’d purchased some Laphroaig “quarter cask” special variety a while back, on a whim, having spotted it, having not heard about this version of it, and being in a mood to celebrate with some friends.
Many many dollars were spent on this scotch. And we never got around to drinking it. So it came home with me.
I’m here to say: Well spent.
Only thing better than Laphroaig? This type of Laphroaig.
Please, as they say, drink responsibly. For example, the only thing I'll be driving is the plot.
I did not think that Laphroaig could be improved upon.
How nice that there are some things in life that are excellent. Good books, good whiskey. Paintings so beautiful they make you weep. Music that sneaks up on you and holds you breathless.
Everything should vibrate and be drenched in color.
January 22nd, 2012 at 5:10 am
Ohhhhhh yessssssssss – you’ve got some fine taste 😉
January 22nd, 2012 at 9:48 am
Save me some, please. 😉
January 22nd, 2012 at 12:23 pm
If you’re gonna do scotch, then Laphroaig is the one to do. But, me? I’m an Irish and rye girl (and gin, too, but that doesn’t fit the mood).
Keep that writing going! (er . . . please).
January 22nd, 2012 at 5:40 pm
I think there are a few other drugs people might recommend to make everything vibrate and be drenched in color. I’m not sure they’re legal, however . . . .
January 28th, 2012 at 7:31 pm
You obviously don’t hang around Scotch-discriminating friends enough. Come by my place to find someone who thinks sampling this stuff would be a real treat–and will help you celebrate and share as much as you like. Yum! I’ve never heard of Quarter-Cask before.
January 29th, 2012 at 12:10 am
I would love to come by your place, where not only is there a scotch-discriminating friend, but that friend lives in walking distance of a really good coffee shop. And a lake. And can sing folk songs at 3AM. Plus: bonus live-in fellow author. What’s not to like?