mardi 13 janvier 2009

Macallan 18 yr

So, Orin and I went back for another scotch tasting. It just didn't seem right to have left without figuring out what my favorite scotch was: Macallan 18 yr, which turned out to be $30 a glass, regular price. So, we'll only be drinking on Sundays.


This is an actual glass, not a tasting portion. I swear. Look how my library-bling key lights up with the scotch hits my lips:


We were quite happy (and very wrinkly, please don't enlarge photo) at this point. 10 tasters between the two of us and one full glass.


Overall it was another thumbs up with the best part of the meal being one of the sausages from the house-made charcuterie and the molasses cookies with brown sugar ice cream. Insane. So good we forgot to get out the camera until it was all gone.

3 commentaires:

Gypmar a dit…

Wrinkles, schminkles, your coif looks adorable.

Anonyme a dit…

Okay, I was reading along, thinking how yummy this sounded, when it dawned on me: Hillary is drinking! Hard alcohol none the less! Please elaborate how this is now possible! Is it only wine that doesn't work?

Molly

Hillary a dit…

nah, I've been drinking a bit...pretty occasionally, but a bit. Actually that particular week I had several different nights with a drink and did, in fact, get a migraine. Sigh.