We all have those things we want that are so special we don’t buy them for ourselves and are too expensive to ask someone else to buy them for us. A bottle of Midleton Barry Crockett was my little luxury that I made sure to taste at Whiskey Fest because chances were highly unlikely I would get a bottle of my own. It’s like a nice painting – we visit them in a museum because we won’t be coming home to Van Gogh’s sunflowers every evening. The whiskey is named for the second-generation master distiller of more than three decades at Midleton, which makes delightful Irish whiskey. I was shocked to open my card from colleagues at work when I switched jobs within my organization to discover they had bought me a bottle. I wasn’t all that surprised they had gotten me whiskey (my joy of whiskey is no secret – I keep an ice bucket and set of glasses in my desk), but I hadn’t asked for it. And it was the exact bottle I would have asked for. How many different whiskies can I drink in 2.5 hours? Answer: A lot, if my evening at Whiskey Live in NY is any indication. Whiskey Live is kind of what I imagine whiskey heaven would be like. At the entrance, someone hands you a glass. You walk into a room filled with whiskey and unlimited pours (nobody seems to use or care about the tickets they hand you). And people everywhere want to talk about whiskey. Throw in some bagpipes and chocolate, and it’s kind of perfect. Aisling started to notice something peculiar while doing legal work at The Hague. She shared an open office with investigators, most of them men, and every Wednesday at 6 p.m., they would sneak off with little glasses. What is this – some kind of boys club? She asked them. They insisted it wasn’t a boys club, it was a whiskey club, but that girls don’t drink whiskey. Aisling sized up the Aussies, Kiwis, and Fins in the group, wondering what exactly they would know about whiskey.
“If we could find a girl who likes whiskey, she can join,” they said. |
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