Earlier this evening, after a steak dinner, I opened the long-anticipated Macallan 18 ("Youngest whisky distilled in 1985"). And my first impression is...this is the most overrated dram in the world. Well, that's not fair; it's only a first impression, and it comes, probably, after a little too
much anticipation. It has a distinctive and complex palate, right enough, but I'm not even sure I like it much. Like a room full of leather chairs that were all occupied by sweaty cigar smokers last night. Well, the reputation is such that I will spend some time exploring it, and give it every opportunity to win me over. (And never mind the obligatory "Send it to me!" posts!
Washed it down (slowly) with a Rogue Imperial IPA...holy crap, what a beer. Rather expensive at $13 for a 750ml bottle, but given that it's nearly as strong as your average wine, maybe that's not too out of line. One of these is good for the evening. Nice faux stoneware stoppered bottle, too...wonder how much of the $13 went for that?
And now I've opened a Balvenie 15 Single Barrel. I've always liked this--it's Balvenie grown up; mature, filled-out, but still lean and in shape, the baby fat melted away. It might be my favorite Speysider. Half the price of the Macallan 18, too.