I just got back from a scotch tasting at the wonderful Grapevine Market. Any night in which I pay $15 to drink a lot of $150+ scotch is a winner, even if I have a hard time differentiating between good scotch and moonshine. (Well, that's not accurate. I know that good scotch has a fancy label, while moonshine has hillbilly scrawlin' on the bottle.) In any event, I enjoyed it and I look forward to a rash purchase of the 41 year old stuff when I plunge into despair after the Mavericks are eliminated from the playoffs in the first round.
As I alluded to, I'm not a big scotch connoisseur. With regards to most wine and liquor, I absolutely cannot tell the good stuff from the bad.
My lack of sophistication is not due to a lack of effort. I even got a big book on wine tasting, and I stuck it in the bathroom where I'd be sure to read it. The result is that I can tell you a lot about tannin, grapes, and Bordeaux, but I still only pick wines that are fit for hobos. I've been to two scotch tastings and yet tonight when I went to pick my favorite, I still picked the scotch that was $50 cheaper than the second cheapest. What's the cause of this?
It's entirely likely that I seared my taste buds off with two many Busch Lights in college. Or, behind this general ambivalence towards the good stuff, there's some sophisticated logic. Perhaps my subconscious says to itself, "Does this guy really need to spend $180 on a bottle of scotch?" while directing me over to the plastic bottle section. I think that'd be a true triumph for my brain, but the smart money is on the Busch Light idea.
Posted by Cody at April 24, 2007 8:59 PM