Over the holidays I had occasion to try whisky for the first time. The real stuff. Not the crap distilled here in the US.
On the Ireland side, I had a taste of Jameson Irish Whiskey. I’m still trying to figure out why this one is spelt the American way, but that’s beside the point. The taste was definitely smooth with a kick at the end for the alcohol. Very good. I’d drink it again.
On the Scotland side, I had a taste of Lagavulin. It’s a single malt Scotch Whisky. A dear friend sent me a small bottle when she and her husband took a weekend trip to the Isle of Islay. Apparently distilling whisky is their “thang” there on the Isle. It’s known as the Queen of the Hebrides. Do you sense what I’m doing here? Talking about everything but the whisky…? That’s because I didn’t care for it. It tasted like cough medicine gone bad. Ugh. I’m sorry. It was just bad.
Now I’m not saying that I will love every Irish Whisky I drink and hate every Scotch Whisky I drink. It’s just with the two tastes I’ve had over the holidays, the Irish seem to be winning.