The typical liquor “cabinets” of people of various ages:
*An 18-year-old’s consists of a bottle of cheap Schnapps stolen from a relative and now hiding under their childhood twin bed next to the wanking lube.
*A 21-year-old male’s consists of a handle of clear Bacardi proudly displayed atop the TV and replenished every three days or so. For women, the cabinet consists of a bottle of Malibu rum stashed on the fridge. Both sexes might also have an old bottle of Jager left over from a long-ago party, the cap syrupily sealed on due to lack of use.
*A 25-year-old’s consists of a large bottle of “Goose,” perhaps a flavored vodka from the dreadful Absolut or Skyy, a bottle of rarely-touched Cuervo, and a bottle of “nice stuff,” either received as a gift or won at an office Christmas party. Think Johnny Walker Black or Knob Creek. This all is stored proudly on an available window sill or book case in the living room.
Now, we’re to my age, twenty-nine. Most of my peers’ liquor cabinets consist of a few mediocre bottles of wine stored in a wire or wood rack received as an engagement gift, as well as a bottle of extremely sweet gin (think Bombay Sapphire), maybe some more “exotic” vodka than Grey Goose, and one or two bottles of legitimately good liquor bought duty free upon return from the honeymoon (but not paid more than $75 for and never drank).
And, what age would you guess the owner of the behemoth and pricey wood and glass heirloom armoire in the dining area which houses these contents just to name a few:
*Johnny Walker Blue Label
*Macallan 15 Year
*Dalwhinnie 15 Year
55-Years-Old? Sixty? Maybe even seventy? Nope, it’s the collection of my 28-year-old friend Kevin, a dude seemingly genetically born with a passion for golf, country clubs, boating, cigars, and fine Scotch. You know, rich white folk shit. That’s cool with me, though, because despite being a middle-class vulgarian, I enjoy all those vices as well.
Especially Scotch, which though I love, I rarely drink. This is for two reasons. Firstly, Scotch is fucking expensive. I can’t afford to be the guy getting loaded on a dozen glasses of Glenfiddich 12 during happy hour.
But, secondly, when it comes to whiskey drinkin’, call me a rube, but I kinda prefer bourbon. Besides being significantly cheaper, a good-quality bourbon–like a Booker’s, a Baker’s, Blanton’s, The OGD–I find to be far more complex than single malt. Bourbon explodes on the tongue with a huge variety of flavors: heat, smoke, vanillas, sugars, oak, fruits, barley, and of course corn. While Scotch just seems smoky, boring, and bland. I still drink Scotch and love it, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll almost always grab a good bourbon instead.
However, I saw something most interesting in Kevin’s liquor cabinet: The Glenlivet Nadurra. A non-chill filtered single malt aged in American oak bourbon casks.
Yes, you read that correctly, AGED IN BOURBON CASKS.
Wow. This was some booze I could get behind. Support. It had potentially the best of both worlds packed into it.
Kevin warned me, “I know you drink whiskey straight, but even the Glenlivet distiller recommends diluting it with water.” Pshaw. I poured myself a half-finger and took a deep whiff. Instantly, tears came to my eyes like I had been maced. I added another finger of Scotch along with a couple sink drops of water. I took a sip and again tears came to my eyes, but this time I was crying because I couldn’t believe how fucking brilliant this Scotch is.
Extraordinarily potent. Disregard the 57% ABV, this one feels like 130 proof or more. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve had a liquor with this much bite aside from Everclear or 151. And, while those are tasteless swill used to get girls that won’t put out loaded, this is one of the best liquors I’ve ever had.
What a unique taste! If I hadn’t have known the answer already, I would have struggled to label this as either bourbon or Scotch. It has many hints of both. In fact, I’d be very curious to attempt a Manhattan (Rob Roy?) out of this. That would surely be blasphemy though. This needs to be enjoyed as pure as you can.
I’ve never though Glenlivet was that special in the past but this is world-class. Glenlivet claims that “short of becoming Master Distiller, Nadurra is the closest you can come to drinking straight from a cask.” Well, luckily I do plan on becoming Master Distiller so don’t you taunt me on the bottles, Glenlivet.