Gael Force
Humphrey Bogart on his deathbed lamented foremost having switched from scotch whiskey to martinis. Well, Bogey, it’s not called the “water of life” for nothing.
Ray Rogers
March 19, 2008
On Tartan Day, April 6th, we remember the Scots, who like two things naked, and one of them is malt whiskey. Here, a taste of the highlights of the Highlands and the Lowlands, neat. With sweet, delicate notes, the 18-year-old Johnnie Walker Gold ($85), best drunk chilled (sincerely), lives up to its name—pure, mellow alchemy. Lagavulin 21-Year-Old ($300) tastes of licking a fireplace (without the creosote aftertaste). It’s a glorious thing on some people’s tongues, but requires a braver heart for others—it’s a barefoot hot-coal walk, over a smoldering peat bog.
Oban, The Distillers Edition ($80), is one seriously smooth ride, and Glenkinchie 12-Year-Old ($50) is a best buy for the fiscally grounded connoisseur. Aye, we love scotch. But when it comes to the price tag on that bottle of rare single malt, Brora’s 30-Year-Old, which retails for $400? Um, we’ll go Dutch.
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