It's not a province anymore.Originally Posted by LBD
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It's not a province anymore.
If a man is alone in the woods and there isn't a woke Hollywood around to call him racist, is he still white?
ArseBiscuit
If i could heal enough to ride I'd come down from mianus
Deus ex ukulele
No, it's OK to leave those. Just take the fucking ice with you...
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
$1,101,806
Tut tut....one large solid cube that is well cured does not melt but chills the spirit. And I drink mine 50/50 scotch water....and I enjoy it and imbib my fair share and if that is a problem to any one...well I am a big boy and past caring....period!
Una Storia Italiana
you WHAT... you bloody big girl, I asume when you say 'scotch' you are refering to a blended whisky, well I bloody well hope so
If you guys have another evening then ill join in from down here and be with ya's in sprit <--- ya like that pun
Scumdog gave me a Bruichladdich from Islay the other week so im sorted.
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
Deus ex ukulele
Malt whisky is like any fine liquor. It should be drunk warm, optimally at body temperature. The pleasurable experience is an olfactory one, so everything that can be done to enhance the liberation of volatiles in the whisky (addition of water and warming) is to be commended and encouraged. Adding ice kind of defeats the purpose of this, and adding it to really good whisky is largely a waste of money.
If the intention is to get drunk, then people should save their money, buy bourbon or Johnnie Red, and add as much ginger ale and ice to it as their heart desires.
The psychology of purchasing decisions is complex, irrespective of what item is being bought. Suffice it to say that Ferrari owners rarely have nodding dogs on the rear parcel shelf
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
$1,101,806
Well there sure is a good degree of whisky snobbery on KB isn't there then?
Agree with your sentiments bout drinking to get drunk and mixers, I keep a bottle of JB for those visitors who want to mix.
Sorry yaol took offence at the ice, I am not so much of a purist....but when its 40C....
Singles from Islay island good smokey n sometimes sweet...
Una Storia Italiana
hehehe... we all jiving man, still tho.. as a real malt con a sir *sticks nose in the air* you still suck adding water hehehe
No one has taken offence and Islay is gooooooood shit
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
Obey the hosebeast
Bowmore Darkest 15yr, sherry finished.
yum
Una Storia Italiana
ohhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, post us a drop down will ya
cheers DD
(Definately Dodgy)
on the up
Jeez, how did I miss this thread.
As the host of the inaugural Malt Whisky Gargre Evening I'm definitely in for another.
Why's it taken 5 years guys?
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Forum whore
good things take time?Jeez, how did I miss this thread.
As the host of the inaugural Malt Whisky Gargre Evening I'm definitely in for another.
Why's it taken 5 years guys?
it's not a bad thing till you throw a KLR into the mix.
those cheap ass bitches can do anything with ductape.
(PostalDave on ADVrider)
on the up
Yes, well I still have a wee bit of a couple of the bottles from then.
So some of these Islays must be getting on to 20 years old now...
Pity it's not a BYO evening being suggested. NOT.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
Deus ex ukulele
They don't get any older after they leave the barrel. But you knew that already...
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
on the up
details....
they still taste bloody luverley.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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