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Apr 2008
Bryan’s Place, Lovely Ellen, and The Scotch Hole.
Posted in Scotch Nights by Matthew at 10:26 am | No Comments »

It had been a really long time since the 4 of us had been able to be in the same place for a nosing, and this one was a doozy. The whole affair began with a shopping trip to Bayview Village for some new bottles. Sadly, there wasn’t a Rare Malt in sight. What we purchased was: The Royal Brackla 18, a Poit Dhubh and a Te Bheag by Rod, a Highland Park 18 and an AnCnoc 30 by Bryan, and lastly a Bowmore 18 and a Glen Scotia 29 by Rob and Matt. Upon returning home that evening, Matt read a less than favourable review of the Glen Scotia online, and seeing as it was very expensive, there were some second thoughts. The following day, after conferring with Rob, it was a forgone conclusion that the Glen Scotia was going to be exchanged for something else. But what to get? Some online hunting narrowed the choices to a Caol Ila 25 or a Glen Ord 25. The Caol Ila turned out to be at an LCBO out in God’s country, so on to the Glen Ord. A call was made and the bottle was put aside for us down at Cooper street. However when we arrived (Rod had come for the ride and Rob was indisposed) there sitting by itself in the vintages cabinet was an option we hadn’t known: an Old Malt Cask bottling of a Port Ellen 23! The Glen Scotia’s return had given us enough to get the Port Ellen and a little bonus, the Nikka Yoichi Japanese single malt. Okay, so now our final line up for Saturday’s big “game” was in place. There was one more last-minute addition courtesy of Virginia: a bottle of Peat Monster. So, 9pm at Bryan’s rolled around and the table looked like this: Highland Park, Bowmore and Royal Brackla 18s, Connemara Irish, Nikka Yoichi Japanese, and Pendaryn Welsh “Not Scotch” Single malts, a Balvenie 17 New Oak, Poit Dhubh and Peat Monster vatted Malts, and lastly the transplendent Port Ellen 23 and AnCnoc 30. That’s 11 and should have sent up some red flags… a minimum of 11 ounces of whisky per guy… this could (read “will”) get messy. In addition, of course, there were some vittles: a Sashimi platter, shrimp in red curry and Marlin steaks in green Thai curry, various nuts and munchies. Extensive tasting notes were taken (coming soon), and not suprisingly, we all got wrecked. Somewhere around this point, Bryan, in a wisdom all his own, suggested that we really should finish theremaining half bottle of Connemara…I mean it’s only 59.5 % ABV, how could that be wrong? The rest of us agreed (a little too readily) and shortly thereafter Rod’s whisky glasses box had its clasp ripped off by Matt, Rob announced “I’m a big guy” to the rest (at 6’5 it wasn’t really a suprise), we yelled stuff at Bryan’s neighbors, and then, so I am told, Rob, Matt and Rod went to Rod’s for some extra curricular activities. All of this part of the night exists in a place Rob referred to as the “Scotch Hole” a black empty void measuring about 1 hour by 2 city blocks that left no memory on those caught within its grasp. Apparently, Matt did an imitation of his two-year-old Arthur, complete with screaming and running/bouncing of the walls as he ran headlong at the sober and scared Virginia. Then for reasons unknown we spilled into the street in front of Rod’s house, where Rod did a couple of pratfalls into Berkshire Avenue. Not to be outdumbed, Matt discovers how to fire his booster rockets and launches himself northbound towards Queen… luckily Rob helped with the atmospheric re-entry and made a course correction, sending Matt towards the blackness and blankets of his own home. All in all, enough Ya Ya’s were got out to last a good long time for all involved.

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