Whisky Magazine Issue 48
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Whisper it quietly, but right across the planet a low-key revolution is taking place. Wherever I travel – Havana, New York, London, and er, Cromer, whisky enthusiasts are meeting to share, taste and discuss whisky.
Now I know that this is the way it has always been. But the tendency has spread way beyond the ‘diehard' fraternity and is reaching out to parts other spirits just can't reach.
The bloke I get a lift with each day samples Bunnahabhain and Bruichladdich with his mates in the depths of Norfolk in England. Businessmen in Manhattan have special whisky gatherings at weekends.
I happened to be on Orkney recently on the night that the island's whisky club was meeting so I went along as guest of honour.
Actually that's overstating the case. Someone suggested I turn up as the ‘mystery guest' but I knocked that on the head by explaining how upset they'd be when I didn't turn out to be a professional footballer or Michael Jackson.
We had a fabulous night, tasting Bladnoch 1987, a 1986 Bruichladdich and a 1978 Mannochmore, all three at cask stength. Mind you, after a few more whiskies the night took the strangest of turns, as they tend to do on Orkney.
I had become aware of a bloke in a Scotland football shirt who kept staring at me aggressively, so much so that I was reminded vividly of a childhood's worth of Scotland V England Home International football matches. If you were there in the 70s you'll know what I'm getting at. If you weren't, lucky you.
And sure e...