It’s been a few years since I started this world of scotch drinking. As most would guess, when I was a teenager the smell of any type of whiskey really got the tum tum turning. I wasn’t one of those cool hockey guys in high school that drank Royal Reserve or Canadian Club, I stuck to my rums, vodkas, beers, and assorted sips of sugary boozes.
After a long day in the field near Shippagan, NB, my undergraduate advisor broke out an amazing bottle of single malt. I had never had it and definitely wanted to impress him, so I had a small glass before bed. I still hated rye at the time, but I could definitely tell that this was different. Ever since then, I knew it would be the standard acquired taste learning curve before I would truly enjoy it. After a few sit and tosses, I was really starting to appreciate this lovely bev.
I’m still admittedly quite a beginner in single malts, but I’ve had a few that I’ve bought multiple times and continue to really enjoy. So this post is dedicated to the ever accessible and delicious Balvenie Double Wood.
I recently bought this bottle this weekend to enjoy with some friends here in Montreal. Trying to find a simple decent single malt proved to harder than I thought, especially for a city this size. After a few SAQs, I finally found it. We are starting a pretentious sounding Scotch Club, but really it’s just dudes in their mid 20s that enjoy numb tongues and big flava. Balvenie is a Speyside scotch, but I’m excited to get more into the Islays, a much peatier, smokier hit. I’ve had some Islay with my buddy Chris from Vancouver. It’s his favourite, but it’s still on my acquired taste curve.
If you have any recommendations for me that are readily accessible please let me know. I’m also poor, which really doesn’t help. Maybe I’ll have to stick to blends until the money comes in, but at least I bought this one first. Now I can let the richer friends buy some goodness.
A definite positive from me drinking more scotch is now I can drink all whiskeys. I’m even loving Jack. What makes it weird though is that I can’t drink any whiskey with ice, water, coke, anything. I need the straight goods. And I do it doucement. I do it… very slowly.