The Gloomy Season Can Come Forth

Not good. I am not prepared. Voidness is spreading, the dust is settling on nearly finished bottles. Short: I am running out of Whisky! Fast! Three opened bottles, where one is basically empty, won't hold for long. That can't be. Hence on Thursday I entrusted electric fields with the task to deliver my order to Scoma. They worked fast, so this morning a nice big package arrived, filled with delightful, bottled liquids, enshrined in well-crafted tin or (not so impressive) cardboard boxes.

I am particularly looking forward to try the Strathisla, which I do know by name but I cannot remember that I actually tasted it. So this one is for broadening the knowledge. Also it is an 18yr old one, which by itself does not necessarily mean a lot, but I do like that it is neither chillfiltered nor coloured up.

Also I am very anxious to drink again the Bruichladdich; here in the WMDII –Whisky of Mass Destinction– edition. In the small brochure that accompanied the bottle there is this amazing quote from Michael Jackson: "Too expensive to pour on my porridge? I'll economise. I'll skip the porridge." Though he was referring to the 20yr old one, not the one I have now.

And finally there is the Isle of Jura which was just a very good offer I couldn't walk by. Plus I cannot remember the honey and marzipan aroma that is attributed to it. I was playing with the thought of also adding a Highland Park to the order, but well, I still have some left and even though that is a whisky which always fits well, I wanted to try to introduce more variety into my storage. For this there is also a miniature bottle of Arran (10yr old), just to see how it is evolving. Because I ordered enough (and my flatmate also joined in) they gave us another miniature for free, which is a Glenmorangie, okay, wouldn't have bought it, so it's a good way to get it.

All of them.

I am prepared now. Hence: The gloomy season can come forth. And it can even be an extended one.