Latest acquisitions

11 02 2011

I’m usually one of the last people to emerge from the international arrivals hall, inadvertently causing as much nuisance as possible to those I’m travelling with and/or those who are waiting to collect me, having spent an immoderate length of time pacing up and down the aisles of duty-free spirits. In contrast to other countries, Australia is reasonably generous in allowing 2.25L of duty-free spirits to be brought into the country. Given the outrageous amounts we have to pay for imported hooch, it’s the least they can do.

Anyway, the next best thing to international travel is having family members who travel internationally on a regular basis.

Duty free goodies

The Balvenie DoubleWood, Johnnie Walker Black Label, The Glenlivet Archive 21.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had something from The Balvenie, so I’m looking forward to opening that up… although I need to finish a few off a few other bottles before opening up new ones.

As mentioned in a few posts back, I wasn’t too thrilled with The Glenlivet French Oak Reserve (didn’t stop me from polishing it off, however) but reviews for the Archive 21 have been mostly positive.

And the JW Black… well, it never hurts to have an extra bottle lying around.





From indifferent to worse

5 01 2011

Latest bottle kill – The Glenlivet 15 year old French Oak Reserve. Not awful by any means, but not terribly sad to see it go, either. Leaned a little too far towards the dry and spicy end of things, and perhaps a touch short on the finish. Not quite my style… then again, that’s never stopped me from finishing a bottle before.

In fact, I think the only vessel of filthy rotgut I was never able to finish purely out of revulsion was a “Christmas beer” from Spendrups, a Swedish brewery. Let that be a lesson to all – don’t buy beer from Ikea, no matter how badly you need a drink after navigating a kilometre-long cattle run of screaming kids and irate parents, bizarre home decorations called Snörllagöpkinvikhävet, and bedding that doesn’t conform to standard bloody bed sizes so you have to go back to that cursed place to buy fitted sheets that actually fit.

No, really, I love you Sweden. I love your worldly and well-educated populace, your majestic landscapes, your late 80s and early 90s death metal scene, and I’m hanging to try some Mackmyra single malt. I’d even give Surströmming a go… after a few drinks first. Anything but Spendrups Christmas beer. Eugh.