After much deliberation and procrastination, and in the spirit of National Bourbon Day, I gladly share with all fellow Wabbits my personal descent into madness.
....or to be more politically correct, my recent journey into the world of Whiskey. I started my hobby shortly after the start of the pandemic, which happened to coincide with finishing grad school and entering an decidedly inactive job market. Needless to say, I felt both figuratively and literally in limbo. My hobby started as an extension of my budding pastime of cooking for friends, as I took pride making delicious food/drink pairings. Even in the Vodka/Fireball/Jello shots phase of my early 20s, deep down I believed that alcohol should be enjoyed as a medium for delicious, exciting flavors.
One day during a farewell dinner for my friend's moving away party, I had the task of making a meal worthy of such a send-off. For this, I had chosen to undertake Beef Wellington, with classic sides of Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes and Roasted Brussel Sprouts with Balsamic Glaze. For drinks, the ladies in my friend group opted for their usual selection of Reds and Whites, and usually us guys followed suit. However on this night, the occasion demanded something more...robust.
Macallan 15 year old Double Cask
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This fine bottle was a perfect finish after a rich Beef Wellington dinner. Smooth, with fruit pastry sweetness married with a gentle touch of oak and a peppery spice leading to a lingering finish. Indeed, this was a good Scotch. However, to a financially challenged individual in his late 20s, good Scotch was also a bank breaker. My friend, being somewhat of a Scotch supremacist, swore that the spirit was more than worth the price of admission. Perhaps more boldly, he claimed that we would find no cheaper bottle of Whiskey that could match its value.
And with that fateful bet, did my love affair with Bourbon begin.
....or to be more politically correct, my recent journey into the world of Whiskey. I started my hobby shortly after the start of the pandemic, which happened to coincide with finishing grad school and entering an decidedly inactive job market. Needless to say, I felt both figuratively and literally in limbo. My hobby started as an extension of my budding pastime of cooking for friends, as I took pride making delicious food/drink pairings. Even in the Vodka/Fireball/Jello shots phase of my early 20s, deep down I believed that alcohol should be enjoyed as a medium for delicious, exciting flavors.
One day during a farewell dinner for my friend's moving away party, I had the task of making a meal worthy of such a send-off. For this, I had chosen to undertake Beef Wellington, with classic sides of Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes and Roasted Brussel Sprouts with Balsamic Glaze. For drinks, the ladies in my friend group opted for their usual selection of Reds and Whites, and usually us guys followed suit. However on this night, the occasion demanded something more...robust.
Macallan 15 year old Double Cask
![](https://mscwordpresscontent.s3.amazonaws.com/wa/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/macallan-15-double-cask.png)
This fine bottle was a perfect finish after a rich Beef Wellington dinner. Smooth, with fruit pastry sweetness married with a gentle touch of oak and a peppery spice leading to a lingering finish. Indeed, this was a good Scotch. However, to a financially challenged individual in his late 20s, good Scotch was also a bank breaker. My friend, being somewhat of a Scotch supremacist, swore that the spirit was more than worth the price of admission. Perhaps more boldly, he claimed that we would find no cheaper bottle of Whiskey that could match its value.
And with that fateful bet, did my love affair with Bourbon begin.
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