Pssst … Buddy
Pull up a bar stool.
I’ve got a few stories to tell you about whisky
The ole ‘water-of-life’
They call me the Whisky Jerk …. and for good reason.
Am I jerk?
Let’s just say that when someone asks for my opinion on whisky (or anything else for that matter) they get an earful.
Occasionally that pisses people off, hurts their feelings, and leaves them crying in their Caol Islay.
I’ll let you be the judge.
I trained my palate at dive pubs, whisky bars, and crashed my fair-share of high-brow whisky-tasting events where I didn’t belong.
All for the love of whisky.
Along the way, I took a few notes.
Many of them are posted on this site.
How many whiskies have I tasted?
I caught the whisky bug around 2011, and I try to taste at least four new whiskies per week.
You name it.
So, that should put me over the 1,000 whisky mark.
If you’re expecting some glossy photos of me delicately sniffing a Glencairn glass at a tasting session I got bad news for you ….
Homie don’t play that.
You also won’t catch me posing outside of a Scottish castle, wearing a kilt and freezing my nuts off by the banks of the River Spey.
Nonetheless, I know a ting or too about great whiskies and I can lend you a few tips so you don’t blow a big wad of your hard-earned cash on some overpriced crappy single malt due to some bullshit marketing campaign.