Of Weddings, Birthdays and Whisky

The road of excess, I quipped the other day to my old friend William Blake, leads to the palace of wisdom. He looked at me resentfully and jotted something down in his little notebook. I assume he was being a dick because he didn’t have an invitation to a gathering in St. Paul on Friday that featured a lineup of whiskies that would have cleansed anyone’s doors of perception and made everything appear to Man as it is, Infinite (that’s a reference to another little gem I tossed off a few weeks ago). Where was I? Right, the road of excess leading to a gathering in St. Paul this past Friday.

But let’s back up a little first. 

As all those on the Malt Maniacs & Friends Facebook group know, Twin Cities based Malt Maniac, Rich Howard was invited this past summer to put together a lineup of distinguished whiskies for a wedding celebration. The budget started out in the low thousands of dollars and very quickly began to escalate, finally stopping just a little north of $15,000. That’s a lot of whisky, you’re thinking, but you’re wrong and really shouldn’t jump to conclusions like that. Rich’s brief from the father of the bride was to emphasize quality over quantity. In the end I believe there were fewer than thirty bottles purchased. This event was, I gather, a high point of the wedding celebrations. Still, a large number of the bottles survived the event largely unscathed and were entrusted to Rich for safekeeping. To many of us who’d followed the planning of the event from the early stages this seemed evidence of both a just universe (“Superb whiskies entrusted to a whisky geek”) and a deeply unjust one (“It should be me, dammit!!”).

Luckily, Rich is a generous sort of soul and he proposed to the father of the erstwhile bride (whose generosity has already been established) that they put together a second gathering later in the year bringing together a number of Rich’s whisky geek friends to take a fuller measure of the lineup. This gentleman (let us henceforth refer to him as John, for that is his name) agreed readily and in the fullness of time it came to be that we gathered this past Friday at the home of two other generous souls named Tom and Michele to celebrate John and Rich’s birthdays and the whiskies themselves. (That’s how many generous souls it takes, you see, to cancel out a miserable bastard like me.)

[Now I should say before going on that I am fully aware that this post is square in a very nauseating genre of reportage in which one talks about decadent private events in public, sparking envy, disgust and/or pornographic responses in people who were not present. I am also aware that $15,000 is rather a lot of money and that no collection of whiskies or other luxury goods can possibly justify such prices; and that an evening like this makes clear that even at the prices I normally pay for bottles this passion of mine is a little hard to reconcile with my generally socialist impulses. Of course, being aware of the contradictions doesn’t make them go away, so please feel free to heap coal on my head, to lampoon me, and to call for my blood to stain the gutters red, come the revolution.]

The lineup was rather spectacular. The principal tasting was of a 12 malt flight in this order:

(Stars indicate the ones I tasted at least a little bit of.)

Rosebank 21yo 1990/2011 (53.8%, OB, 5886 Bts.)*
Glen Ord 30yo (58.7%, OB, 2005)
Balvenie 30yo ‘Thirty’ (47.3%, OB, 700ml, 2012)*
Glenlivet 25yo ‘XXV’ (43%, OB, 2009)
Glenfarclas 1986/2007 (56.5%, OB The Family Casks, 521 Bts.)*
Highland Park 40yo (48.3%, OB, 2008)*
Talisker 35yo 1977/2012 (54.6%, OB, 3090 Bts., 70cl)*
Ardbeg 1975/1998 (43%, OB)*
Port Ellen 25yo 1979/2005 (57.1%, D.L. Platinum Old & Rare for Potstill, 302 Bts.)*
Lagavulin 21yo 1985/2007 (56.5%, OB, 6642 Bts.)*
Laphroaig 21yo (53.4%, OB, 1427 Bts., 2008)*
Laphroaig 27yo 1980/2007 (57.4%, OB, 5 Oloroso Casks, 972 Bts.)*

Outside of the main flight the following were also open for tasting, as aperitifs before the main event got underway, as substitutes for anyone who wanted to sit a particular whisky in the flight out, and as supplemental tastes at the end of the evening:

Highland Park 12yo ‘Saint Magnus, Edition Two’ (55%, OB, 11994 Bts., 2010)*
Highland Park 15yo ‘Loki’ (48.7%, OB, Valhalla Collection, 2013)
Longmorn 1971/2011 (43%, Gordon & MacPhail Licensed Bottling)*
Laphroaig 25yo ‘Cask Strength’ (48.6%, OB, 2011 edition)*
Caol Ila 25yo 1985/2010 (51.2%, D.L. Platinum Old & Rare, 232 Bts., 700ml)*
Talisker 57 North (57%, OB)

And for those who wanted to take a bourbon/rye detour:

Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve 20 year, 2012
George T. Stagg, BTAC 2012
Weller Wheated, BTAC 2012
Sazerac 18 Year Rye, BTAC 2012

We tasted small pours of the main flight together in sequence, Rich introducing them all, enduring only a tiny bit of heckling as the evening wore on. As informative as Rich’s preambles were, the most remarkable thing about his performance may have been his ability to pause mid-syllable whenever a camera was pointed in his direction, flash a 5000 watt smile and then resume exactly where he’d left off.

The pours were just large enough to give everyone a good sense of each whisky but not large enough to risk anyone getting drunk over the course of the 3-4 hours we were there. This was not the kind of occasion, though, at which one takes notes or tries to get at every facet, or even very many facets of each malt. We were not seated at tables with pen and paper but were roaming the room, chatting about every subject under the sun, including but not limited to the excellent whisky in our glasses. Somewhere in there one of the guests, Dennis materialized with bagpipes and presented a resounding rendition of “Happy Birthday”. Bagpipes, like hemorrhoids or sarin gas, are not universally beloved, and it is testament to the power of the whiskies we were drinking that your correspondent did not throw himself out of a third storey window. I kid, I kid: the credit goes entirely to Dennis’ restrained yet somewhat idiosyncratic performance. Later in the evening the enterprising teenaged son of our hosts who runs an online business selling military surplus gear emerged and made a couple of sales to two gentlemen who I suspect usually have a different notion of formal dress.

This is not to say that we did not pay attention to the whiskies or appreciate them, far from it; it’s just that a gathering of this kind is not the place to generate detailed whisky reviews and that the taking of detailed notes (despite what the obsessive nature of the regular fare on this blog may suggest) is not the only or best way to enjoy any whisky, no matter what its age, cost or provenance. I have reviewed some of them before in detail (see here for the Glen Ord 30 and here for the Lagavulin 21) and detailed notes on some of the others, taken in very different circumstances, will appear here later.

For now, I will note only that on the night it was between the Lagavulin 21 and Laphroaig 27 for consensus favourite, with the Lagavulin winning by a nose, I think; or maybe I’m just projecting my preference onto the group. And I think most people had the Highland Park 40 and the Talisker 35 in their top five as well. Th other standouts for me were two whiskies that were not in the main flight: the Caol Ila, 1985, which, in my opinion, was superior to the also-excellent Port Ellen; and the G&M Longmorn 1971, which I’ve had and loved before (and will be reviewing formally soon). And the Laphroaig 21, despite being sandwiched between the two peat-sherry monsters at the end of the evening, made a good showing too. The Ardbeg 1975 was excellent as well but, as on the previous occasion that I tasted it, did not make me as melancholy for a bygone era of Ardbeg as some of the talk about it had led me to think it might. It is quite possible, of course, that its more subtle charms were muted a little by following the Talisker 35 (rather boisterous and vibrant for its age); I regret deeply that I have no photographs from the evening that could be used as leverage to unlock a further sample for more careful review. (Or do I?)

So, how to end this post? Well, in reviewing the Lagavulin 21 some weeks ago I’d noted that I’d just recently tasted the Laphroaig 27 and pronounced the experience to be the End of Whisky. (The Lagavulin 21, of course, gave that dramatic statement the lie just a few days later and trumped the Laphroaig again when tasted in close proximity.) Drinking those two unfeasibly excellent whiskies alongside the rest of this stellar lineup might have been expected to prove a little enervating after the initial exhilaration passed: what, after all, could follow such a sequence, especially for someone like me who does not have access to other whiskies of similar reputation and cost? As it turns out, as much as I enjoyed all of these whiskies, I left with a renewed appreciation for what I do drink on a regular basis: whiskies which do not break the bank but at a fraction of a cost of many of the bottles we drank on Friday provide almost as much pleasure (and in some cases more).

And as for gems like the Lagavulin 21 and Laphroaig 27, in a reviewing culture where scores in the 90s are often tossed about with abandon they bring proper perspective. And as whiskies released in our own era they ought to remind us that great whisky is still being made and bottled; and while not everyone, alas, can afford to buy these particular bottles or have a chance to sample them, there are other bottles out there, within reach (as the Lagavulin 21 was on initial release), that can put the same expression on our faces that all of us at the tasting on Friday sported for most of the evening. At any rate, that’s as much wisdom as I am capable of two nights later.

Thanks again to John and Rich and Tom and Michele, and to everyone else who made the evening such a pleasurable experience.

10 thoughts on “Of Weddings, Birthdays and Whisky

  1. a great write up. very entertaining, as usual. i laughed out loud, for real. my only disappointment is that you fixed the typo. i didn’t know what “peat-hsrrry monsters” meant, but i rather liked the term…


  2. Sounds like an awesome event! It’s a proof of great maturity when one realizes that it’s not all about the age and the price. It’s great to be able to afford and drink such rare & old whiskies, but one doesn’t have to, and with time and experience one doesn’t even aspire to that. And how do we know this is true? When among 30-40 open bottles of whisky at the end of the day you choose to drink a glass of Glenlivet 12yo or of Glenmorangie 10yo, because that’s what feels right tonight.

    The most impressive aspect of the evening seems to me this: the hosts have that kind of a bar *at their home*?!?!?


    • Florin… yes.

      however, it’s also true that the home is used as the venue for the Scotch Society:


      Tom has invested a lot of time and money turning a crappy third floor storage room into an amazing space for sampling fine whiskies. maybe i’ve been spoiled by spending time there five or six times a year since 2007, but it seemed like a natural and obvious place to host my birthday party, and therefore from my perspective was hardly the most impressive aspect of the evening. :)


  3. Based on your previous writings you value your anonymity and privacy. To maintain that, if I were you, I would remove the photos from an otherwise great post.


      • That’s too bad! The photos were great, and add a lot to the post! Nobody would know if you appear in the photos at all and if you do which of those you are. Not to mention that if someone really wants to find out who you are, they can, you don’t seem to prize your anonymity *that* much! Here’s a vote to putting them back up, for all it’s worth.


        • Yes, but if someone I do want to be anonymous from (a student, say) sees a picture of me it’ll take very little further deduction on their part. Anyway, after further consultation with Rich I’m putting most of them back up. I took them all down as it seemed odd to only remove mine (as though my privacy is the only one that counts). I also remembered that I’d sent an email to all the other guests informing them that I planned to post some pictures and asking them to let me know if they wanted to be left off–and none of them indicated discomfort.

          I should also add that I’m not even really very sure about why I’m maintaining anonymity on the blog. It’s more of a hangup on my part than anything I’m sure. I may reconsider it in the future.


          • I picked up on that, which is why I’m poking you – of course, it’s all up to you, it’s your blog and your life. If I’m your student, which do I find cool/strange, that my patent law (or was that electric engineering?) teacher is into his whisky or into his dogs? I don’t know, hard to tell…


          • It didn’t take much deductive reasoning to figure out which one you are in the last photo. ;-)

            I’m with you on maintaining anonymity. The last thing I need is people at work finding out how much of my free time (and money) I spend thinking/writing/discussing/etc something most of them consider a (bad) addiction.

            Problem with social media is that the more one gets into it the more it becomes virtually impossible to keep the social and the professional aspects of ones life separate.


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