Aqua vomita

18Feb13

I don’t like whisky. Unfortunately it was during a tasting in a posh whisky shop that this finally calcified into certainty. It was a friend’s birthday treat and ten of us had assembled for an evening of peaty swirlings. Coo, those single-cask malts are hard work. Sampling wine is much easier – how can anyone taste anything through that bloody great belt of tastebud-blunting heat and 58-odd per cent of booze? Eurgh. Though this result could have been predicted: when I need to vom I sometimes imagine sniffing a tumbler of Johnnie Bell’s Famous Black & White Old Grouse and hey presto, Emesis Central on the Whooshsplash Express.

However, the talk/tasting was good fun and very instructive – and not just for separating the proles from the epicures. My true (common) colours came as no surprise. Knowing that Dairy Milk is the world’s finest chocolate kinda establishes one’s place on the pleb-to-fancy spectrum.

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