I love receiving packages in the mail. Especially when those packages contain Scotch. My latest delivery was an adorable little sample bottle of Highland Park Ice Edition. Highland Park was one of my first memorable Scotches and set me on a path of good drinking. I have drunk several different expressions of Highland Park and easily made friends with all of them – but this one was new and special, which piqued my interest.
I really wanted to like it and make another friend. However, we just did not get along. I promise I tried. After my initial confrontation, I thought maybe we should take a break. Try again. Maybe it was my mood the first time or something I ate. I neglected it in a cupboard a little longer than I would normally leave an open bottle of Scotch.
But second time, there it was – it tasted like if you sucked on one of those blue mint bulk candies you take as you leave as a restaurant and then drink alcohol. The smoke is faint on the nose, but sticks to the mouth and coats the tongue once you drink, so I couldn’t tell if any other flavors were hiding there. And I’m a smoke girl – Lagavulin and I have spent many an evening together. But I didn’t feel this whisky had the roundness of flavor beneath the smoke. And I missed the balance of the other Highland Parks.
I sigh for the relationship we could have had. And move on down the whisky shelf.