Saturday, May 30, 2009

Exquisite...

Eric Felten's Wall Street Journal column, How's Your Drink holds forth this week on the Gibson, essentially a dry martini featuring a pearl onion in place of the traditional olive garnish.

Anyway, Mr. Felten writes:

The greatest Gibson moment in all of popular culture is found in Alfred Hitchcock’s “North by Northwest” (1959). When ad executive Cary Grant is in New York, his drink of choice is what you would expect of a man so faultlessly tailored—Martinis at the Oak Bar. But when he is fleeing the city on the 20th Century Limited, he heads to the Pullman car and finds himself seated across from the exquisite Eva Marie Saint, with whom he is soon exchanging innuendo-rich pleasantries. The drink he orders? A Gibson—the perfect quaff for someone hurtling in a Northwesterly direction.
"..the exquisite Eva Marie Saint." I've got to agree with the use of that adjective.



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Friday, May 29, 2009

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Furthermore, on single malt versus blends...

The scotch snobs are very keen on single malts which is OK. I also happen to like single malts. However, there are some blends I find quite attractive, particularly Johnnie Walker Black Label which I consider delicious whether on the rocks or neat.

Anyway, the point of the story is that I woke up this morning with a particular song lyric running through my mind.

How old do you think I am he said. I said well, I didn't know
He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago
I was sittin' in Miami pourin' blended whiskey down
When this old grey black gentleman was cleanin' up the lounge
There wasn't anyone around 'cept this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar was watching Ironsides on TV....
Well, perhaps that the song would have been better if Tom T. Hall had penned "pouring single malt down," but I wouldn't want to second guess the lyrics of Tom T. Hall.

No kidding, this was on my mind when I woke up. I suppose I had been "dreaming in peaceful sleep of shady summertime, of old dogs and children, and watermelon wine."

Scotch tasting, The Macallan Cask Strength



One word.

Delicious.


OK, so the previous post seems to indicate that ice is bad, or at least bad form.
However, this so called "Cask Strength" stuff is 57.8% alcohol, making it pretty tough on it's own.
So, I used one of my cognac glasses, but added about 4 ice cubes.

Note in one of the pictures below, how as the ice melted, (and thus water added), the liquid became cloudy. I understand this is a result of the whisky being "non-chill filtered." Still tasted great.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Is Scotch whiskey on ice so wrong?

Actually, what's so wrong is my spelling of "whisky" as "whiskey."

Anyway, the following story was in The Wall Street Journal today.
The article essentially revolves around the appropriateness of adding ice to scotch whisky. As most folks who know me realize, I generally do, although in keeping with my nature as an anti-absolutist, sometimes I don't.

Some fairly snarky remarks in the comments section, but I suppose when those folks start paying my liquor bill I will start to worry about it.




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MAY 16, 2009

A Chill to Scotch Purists' Hearts

Richard Paterson -- renowned whisky blender with Scotland's Whyte & Mackay Ltd., home of such single malts as the Dalmore and Isle of Jura -- has come to dread ordering whisky in America: "Ask for Scotch in the U.S. and before you know it you hear that horrible clink, clink, clink of ice going in the glass," he says in a voice that's two parts exasperation and one part burr. "As far as I'm concerned," says Mr. Paterson, "if you've got a nice 12-year-old Scotch whisky, there's nothing more ridiculous than putting ice in it."

Mr. Paterson is hardly the only whisky purist to rail against the pernicious effects of ice in Scotch. Kevin Erskine, who writes about whisky at theScotchBlog.com, says that when drinking Scotch neat "I may add varying amounts of water depending on the whisky, the weather and my mood -- but never an ice cube." But it is Mr. Paterson who, in the Scotch tasting seminars he hosts around the world, expresses his aversion to the practice by flinging a bucket of ice across the room.

The purists' complaint is that whereas a small splash of spring water seems to open up a whisky, releasing its full bouquet and flavor, ice tends to do the opposite. The tongue is anesthetized by the cold, and the whisky itself acquires a smoothness that glosses over the deeper complexities of the dram.

But that particular sort of frigid gloss is just what many, perhaps most, Americans are looking for in their whisky. And it's worth noting that, in the U.S., the taste for drinking Scotch on the rocks was itself a move toward a more pure whisky experience. In the first half of the 20th century the standard way to drink Scotch in the States was in a Highball -- a tall glass of whisky, ice and soda water. It was toward the end of the 1940s that the phrase "on the rocks" emerged to describe doing without the fizzy dilution of seltzer. By 1950 Whitney Bolton, a New York Morning Telegraph columnist, wrote that "in the last six months sales of sparkling water in all brands have dropped alarmingly."

Before long, Scotch brands such as the Famous Grouse were promoting their whiskies as being well suited for drinking with ice. Even now, after a couple of decades of emphasis on single-malt connoisseurship, Scotch ads in the U.S. still tend to feature ice in the glass.

But that doesn't mean Scotch professionals are happy about the way Americans drink their product. The Islay single-malt distillery Bruichladdich nods to the durable U.S. preference by offering a "Rocks" version of its whisky specially selected to hold up to the icy onslaught. But Bruichladdich exec Mark Reynier still complains: "We go to all the lengths to provide hand-selected, natural whisky, unadulterated by additives, sweeteners or colorings," he says, "only for the drinker to go and add chlorine and fluoride," chemicals commonly found in frozen tap water.

So there is a move to elevate Scotch on the rocks by improving the rocks. Most ice at home suffers from chlorine and/or the smelly taint of frozen foods. Ice at bars and restaurants tends to be in little chips or discs that melt too fast. The best bars have machines that produce big, square-sided cubes. The Macallan distillery is taking it one step further by encouraging bars to acquire its "ice ball" machine, which crafts a crystalline sphere of frozen water slightly smaller than a baseball, served one to a glass. At home, the best bet is to make fresh ice using spring water in a tray that makes big cubes.

Less persnickety about ice is Heather Greene, who has made an unlikely name for herself in whisky circles. It's rare for an American to gain credibility in the world of Scotch, and rarer still for a woman to do so. She earned a reputation for having a smart palate while working in Scotland on the Scotch Malt Whisky Society's tasting panel. Now she's back in the U.S. as a "brand ambassador" for Glenfiddich, and her return home has challenged some of the notions she acquired in her apprenticeship.

"When I first came back from Scotland, I was in a traditionalist mind-set, steadfast and stubborn against the idea of ice in whisky." But that changed after she hosted a promotional tasting last summer at a New York bar where the AC was on the blink. In the sweltering summer heat, the guests were fading -- until she got a bucket of ice and started serving 12-year-old Glenfiddich on the rocks. "You lose richness and depth of flavor," she says, "but you gain refreshment and smoothness."

American culture's emphasis on refreshment has something to do with the climate. "That's what we do in America," says Ms. Greene, embracing her patrimony. "We put ice in our drinks."

Even Mr. Paterson grudgingly acknowledges that people should, at the end of the day, drink their whisky the way they like it. He just asks that, before you decide that you prefer Scotch on the rocks, you try it his way as well. Start with a decent room-temperature dram: "You should hold the whisky in your mouth, first on your tongue, then under your tongue, then around your mouth," and only then let it slip down your throat. As an exercise in tasting, it's not a bad routine, though I suspect most of us would rather relax and enjoy the whisky than make the experience an exercise in sensory analysis.

Still, I think the ice-dependent drinkers among us will find it illuminating to do their own side-by-side tasting. Take a good, straightforward single malt (any of the standard drams represented by the partisans I consulted -- Macallan, Glenfiddich, Bruichladdich, or Dalmore -- will do admirably). Pour two glasses: one without ice, and another embellished with a large cube or two of ice made from spring water. Take a taste of the tepid malt. It will seem at first sip rather fiery. Then taste the iced whisky. It will seem soothing, a respite from the spirit's alcohol burn. But then go back to the neat Scotch. You'll find that it blossoms with flavor in your mouth. If you keep going back and forth, I suspect you will perceive the taste of the Scotch on the rocks as narrower and perhaps even thinner with each sip.

Which isn't to say you won't want to drink your whisky that way. For me, Scotch on the rocks tastes more like a whisky cocktail than like whisky per se. And I just happen to like whisky cocktails.

Mr. Felten is the author of "How's Your Drink?" (Agate Surrey), now available in paperback. Email him at eric.felten@wsj.com.

Printed in The Wall Street Journal, page W11

Friday, May 15, 2009

Further blog fodder...

"Those who blog, blog. Those who can't, cut & paste. "
I guess that would be me emulating the aforementioned form.

Anyway, from James Taranto of the WSJ:


President Obama gave the commencement address Wednesday at Arizona State University, and blogger Jim Hoft notes what he describes as a rather audacious passage from the president's speech:

We've become accustomed to our economic dominance in the world, forgetting that it wasn't reckless deals and get-rich-quick schemes that got us where we are, but hard work and smart ideas--quality products and wise investments. We started taking shortcuts. We started living on credit, instead of building up savings.

Uh, what do you mean "we," kemo sabe? Two weeks ago New York's Daily News ran an op-ed by "an elected official in California"--not Nancy Pelosi, we'd guess--writing under the pseudonym Richard Henry Lee. "Lee" evaluated Obama's personal finances and found that for several years the future president lived just the way he decried in Tempe:

A close examination of their finances shows that the Obamas were living off lines of credit along with other income for several years until 2005, when Obama's book royalties came through and Michelle received her 260% pay raise at the University of Chicago. This was also the year Obama started serving in the U.S. Senate. . . .
In April 1999, they purchased a Chicago condo and obtained a mortgage for $159,250. In May 1999, they took out a line of credit for $20,750. Then, in 2002, they refinanced the condo with a $210,000 mortgage, which means they took out about $50,000 in equity. Finally, in 2004, they took out another line of credit for $100,000 on top of the mortgage.
Tax returns for 2004 reveal $14,395 in mortgage deductions. If we assume an effective interest rate of 6%, then they owed about $240,000 on a home they purchased for about $159,250.
This means they spent perhaps $80,000 beyond their income from 1999 to 2004.

A less charitable observer, or one less inclined to paralipsis, might characterize Obama's book royalties as more of a "get-rich-quick scheme" than a "quality product." But in any case, they passed the marketplace test, so more power to him.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Smokin' Part II

Not quite as glamorous as the folks in the prior smokin' post, but definitely back in the day.


Monday, May 4, 2009

Audi S4 @ 160 MPH

Check out this youtube of some numb-nuts pushing it in an S4.
The video is billed as 160 MPH, but I don't think I saw them ever get there.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4dR1Vihz18&feature=player_embedded


I happen to have a B5 S4 as well. I thought that the top speed was supposed to be "electronically limited" to 142 MPH. I suppose I was mistaken.

I may have briefly punched mine up to maybe 110 or so a time or two, but that's about as far as I've gone. 160 would be out of the question. My video is below:



One exception about driving fast however.
The fastest I've ever driven (for a sustained period on a public highway) was in Montana.
The rental car just kind of stalled out at about 105, would coast, and then resume acceleration at about 95 MPH. It wasn't scary at all.

I would have liked to have seen how my S4 performed out there.