After spending the earlier part of the night at a good friend’s house celebrating the “New Year” with the kids, I got the family home and all tucked in long before the big ball dropped to usher in 2015. Looking for something to imbibe, this little bottle of whiskey seemed very appropriate. I inherited this bottle from my beautiful wife’s parents who themselves found it while cleaning out a closet. In going back through some family pictures I think this bottle came from a trip my wife’s grandparents went on to Alaska in 1968. It is always a gamble opening a bottle of booze that is 47 years old; it could be liquid gold or nail polish remover. The volume was still at high collar so I thought I had a pretty good chance of hitting pay dirt.
Pale golden dandelion hue. Initial waft of beehives set in a field of rye, then to a medicinal twang that with more air and time opened to wet seaside pebble. Unctuous, syrupy and smooth. A glorious oiliness on the palate, mouth coating glow. Flavours of warmth and happiness with iodine, deep caramel, a haunting sweetness like melting bees wax.
I have opened a few bottles of aged alcohol with some hits and more misses. This was definitely a hit, akin to a fine blended scotch. What a great way to ring in the new year.