Spicy and sweet with a car’mel nose,
Across the bar, its strong scent does blow,
I sip as I think,
To what shall I drink?
“To family who follows where I go!”

Smooth as silk with a splash of water
I sip as my wife talks of being a potter,
Its nose is sublime,
Soft as syrah wine,
The effects do make my pulse hotter.

(written on my 7 year anniversary date)

I’m a big fan of single-malt Scotch Whisky.  One of my favorite movie lines is above, and I have been heard quoting it at Scotch tastings.  I may therefore blog about it sometimes.  Currently I have a bottle of Johnny Walker Black at home for mixing and late nights and a bottle of Aberlour 12 as my “good stuff.” When I travel, I have been known to take a small flask, as it saves money, and then I know what I’m getting.

Oddly enough, however, I probably only have a glass of Scotch every 2-3 weeks, unless one of my “Scotch buddies” is in town.  The price is high, and there is such thing as “too much of a good thing” I believe.

Later I’ll explain why, but when I have a new Scotch, I write limericks about it.  They will start to appear here.