What I’m Drinking Tonight
Gentlemen, fasten your seat belts. And ladies, make sure the young’ins are safely tucked in bed, ‘cos we ain’t kidding around no more. Tonight we’re drinking the baddest of them all, the manliest of manly whiskies
Laphroaig.
Look ma, no ice!
Ah, where to begin? The full peaty aroma, laced with some deliciously acrid oily bites, leaps out at you when the bottle is opened. The warm golden color as it sits in the glass creates a yearning for that first sip, a deep desperate yearning that can only be quenched by…ah hell, that first sip. Oh, the taste! An amazingly full bodied taste and honeyed mouth feel, that is no where as peaty as the nose would lead you to think. Make no mistake, “Laphroaig” is not gaelic for “subtle”, there’s a whole bog o’peat here, but it’s really not as…overpowering as you fear it might be.
So check your blended Blacks and Reds and Greens and Fuschias at the door; this is whisky.
Swill Food and Grog | Crusader | 
January 22, 2006 6:56 pm
Subscribe
Good stuff – but you are correct – ‘subtle’ does NOT describe the taste…
Oh… and…no, I don’t have (much) hair on my chest from drinking it… 😉
Yeah, it has neither added hair to my chest nor kept much on my head.
‘Course, Guinness has been a let-down in that category, as well.
Maybe the most sophisticated of whiskey but the title of “manliest” goes to those American products from Kentucky and Tennessee. You may be Irish Bing but you’re still an American Irish.
Sophisticated? Heck no. Laphroaig is in no way, shape or form that. It is a take no prisoners beast that is in a completely different universe from sour mash. Don’t force me to send you a bottle!
Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers XXXVII
This post was included in the 37th edition of the Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers!