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Sep. 23rd, 2012 10:13 pm
Linne mhòr uisge beatha
Yesterday I was expecting Scottish weather to compliment our Scotch tasting, but it never materialised. The rain ended overnight and by the time I dragged myself out of bed the clouds had parted and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu was outside enjoying the autumn sunshine. To kill time until evening, I did some laundry, sat in the comfy chair and read, and attempted to teach my easily-distracted brother about the construction of kanji over the phone.
To fortify myself for the onslaught of alcohol, I took 41.2 mg of omeprazole, 524 mg bismuth subsalicylate, and kept 8 g of calcium carbonate in reserve for afterwards. And it worked! I also avoided anything that might upset my stomach, such as zinc, which was a shame since overnight my minor head cold had gone full-blown. So my opinions on the various brands we tried probably aren't worth much, but luckily the Auld Man and I have similar tastes.
He was most impressed with the 15 year-old Lagavulin Signature, but then he's always liked Lagavulin to begin with. He said he also liked "the one with a sweeter finish", by which he meant the Glenglassgaugh, a 25 year-old(!) Speyside. The one which I really thought had a sweet finish, the Edradour ("the one with the Tolkienian name"--princeofcairo), he didn't care for much at all. We also had a 21 year-old Glengoyne, which wasn't actually as smooth as I might've expected; I believe I gave the Mackillop’s Choice a miss in order to try some bramble whiskey liquor.
The trip there was a bit annoying, due entirely to my misremembering how far Powell's Book was from Whole Foods before suggesting we walk there. Proving that he is worth his weight in gold, the Auld Man never reproached me once, not even after I'd made us late and then gotten into it with the cabbie for basically no reason. Our hearts sunk as he literally took us around the block, and then overshot our destination by more than a dozen house numbers. Our cabbie coming back, on the other hand, was a pro.
monshu was outside enjoying the autumn sunshine. To kill time until evening, I did some laundry, sat in the comfy chair and read, and attempted to teach my easily-distracted brother about the construction of kanji over the phone.To fortify myself for the onslaught of alcohol, I took 41.2 mg of omeprazole, 524 mg bismuth subsalicylate, and kept 8 g of calcium carbonate in reserve for afterwards. And it worked! I also avoided anything that might upset my stomach, such as zinc, which was a shame since overnight my minor head cold had gone full-blown. So my opinions on the various brands we tried probably aren't worth much, but luckily the Auld Man and I have similar tastes.
He was most impressed with the 15 year-old Lagavulin Signature, but then he's always liked Lagavulin to begin with. He said he also liked "the one with a sweeter finish", by which he meant the Glenglassgaugh, a 25 year-old(!) Speyside. The one which I really thought had a sweet finish, the Edradour ("the one with the Tolkienian name"--
princeofcairo), he didn't care for much at all. We also had a 21 year-old Glengoyne, which wasn't actually as smooth as I might've expected; I believe I gave the Mackillop’s Choice a miss in order to try some bramble whiskey liquor.The trip there was a bit annoying, due entirely to my misremembering how far Powell's Book was from Whole Foods before suggesting we walk there. Proving that he is worth his weight in gold, the Auld Man never reproached me once, not even after I'd made us late and then gotten into it with the cabbie for basically no reason. Our hearts sunk as he literally took us around the block, and then overshot our destination by more than a dozen house numbers. Our cabbie coming back, on the other hand, was a pro.