I always had an aversion to whiskey. I would rather be someone constantly drunk on books. Most men (specifically my husband & my father) love whiskey and claim it demands appreciation. I may not be intimately familiar with whiskey as the taste simply does not work for me. Recently, I reluctantly trudged on a Scottish whiskey tour and the agenda was as follows – swirl & sniff and then it’s time to drink.
I did learn that barley, water, and yeast are the three ingredients required to produce Scotch whiskey. Oak is the type of wood that whiskey should be matured in, to legally be called Scotch whiskey. Malting, Milling, Mashing, Fermentation, Distillation, and Maturation are the six stages of Scotch whiskey production. I do hope I remember this when I am forced to someday demonstrate knowledge of whisky. As I watched Ash indulge in the tasting session, I understood to him that whiskey does indeed mean the water of life. Most people are on a quest to find the rarest diamond but Ash is persistently seeking diverse and exotic whiskey to indulge him. He is always calm and serene after a whisky and this breaks the stereotype shown in most movies, where the main protagonists turn into a raging bull.
I stifled a yawn thinking this is what I discovered during my Providence vineyard tour. Surely, there was a better alternative than this guided tour plus a nosing and tasting in the “World’s Largest Collection of Scotch Whisky”. My husband said the whiskey barrel ride was rather uncomfortable through the production of Scotch whiskey. The introduction to the aromas in whiskey, a dram of Scotch whiskey and the viewing of the largest collection of Scotch whiskey delighted his senses.
But, to my own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a delicate exigency and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love that never waited for me in a whisky bottle.
My husband has rules to follow around alcohol. He says don’t drink on an empty stomach: the main point of the refreshment is the enhancement of food. Other rules he lives by is don’t drink if you have the blues: it’s a junk cure. Also, an interesting note is to drink when you are in a good mood and these can be the happiest glasses you ever drain. Let’s make it clear I don’t drink alcohol, but listening to him wax rather eloquently about the light music of whiskey, like liquid sunshine falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude. I always tell Ash he tastes like strawberries & whiskey, the smell of innocence, intellect, and youth. It is ironic to me that people who drink whiskey with night owls, can’t soar with the eagles the next day. Surely it’s not the contented belief that whiskey is used for medicinal purposes. Research claims that both whiskey and red wine helped to protect against coronary heart disease by raising the body’s level of antioxidants. Regardless, my husband loves whiskey or any alcohol for that matter – “the stronger, the better”