I’d tried Scotch many times over the years before I really started to appreciate it.
In most of those early tastes of the Glen-somethings, and stuff cheaper than the Glen-somethings, I remember a lot of burn, gasoline, and more burn. Heartburn. Burned taste buds. Burned nostrils. Some were better than others, like they’d soaked some oak chips in gasoline.
Then, at a friend’s house, at a
gasoline Scotch tasting, I tried the Gateway Scotch.
I still remember that first taste. “Try this,” he said. “Try it with an ice cube.”
There wasn’t a lot of gasoline. There wasn’t a lot of burn. I remember butter. Caramel. Oak. Vanilla. Subtle Sherry. Toffee. A little honey. Sweetness.
Since that first taste, I’ve taken to drinking it neat. I prefer the full impact. Water or ice don’t do a lot to help it. However, it is very nice chilled.
Over the years, I’ve…
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