A Journey of Justice: Part 2
I, JimmathyJethro Justice, have decided to write you once again, with tails of my travels. I hope that all is well back in the Buffalo Lounge and I want you all to know that despite my traveling, I have not shirked my duties. It has been nearly two weeks since my last correspondence and I have more tales to tell you about my search for inner mysteries of scotch.
The town in which I dropped my last letter to you was host to several intriguing characters and equally intriguing drinks. However, five days and five nights of drinking, the town was left with very little drink, and even fewer souls not suffering from liver cirrhosis. So finally on the sixth morning I said my fair wells to the many orphans and widows I left behind and set off.
The path I took seemed well traveled. I knew that taking the road that many others before me had taken would not lead me to what I sought. So I diverged from the road immediately when that thought came to me. This turned out to be a horrible decision as I was standing on a bridge. A few minutes later as I was choking up water on the shoreline I decided that from this point on to only follow my intuition after evaluating its safety.
With that in mind I set off into the forest. After some searching I came upon a long forgotten goat path. I knew I was going in the right direction because they have goats in Scotland, the homeland of my favorite drink. After some time walking I came across a fork in the road, sitting at its center was an ancient bottle covered in moss. I knew this to be the key to ascertaining the correct path. I dusted off the moss and found it to be a 12 year old bottle of scotch. To solve the mystery of the path I knew the only way was to sample this fine beverage let it guide me.
The scotch was Balvenie Double Wood 12 year. I was surprised to learn that the scotch was aged in two very different casks, giving quite the unique flavor. At first I detected hints of the woody whisky oak, as I continued drinking the hints of the sherry casks made their way to my palate. Though I feel the bottle speaks better for itself:
What they say: “The Balvenie Distillery remains totally dedicated to the traditions, care and craftsmanship of malt whisky making and has been owned and managed by the same independent family company for five generations.
Nowhere else will you find a distillery that still grows its own barley, that still malts in its own traditional floor maltings, that still has coopers to tend the casks and a coppersmith to tend the stills.”
Truly a quality scotch from a quality distiller. Now let’s get to some hard numbers.
Taste: 7.5 – Strong layered flavor, dark and rich
Burn/Smoothness: 7 – Warming in the chest
Aroma: 7.5 – Delicious mix of scents that just says: drink me
Manliness: 8 – Cork in bottle, nicely canned, gentlemanly
Mixability: w/rocks: 8
Google Shop Average: $40
Metric Score: 53/70 |+| Metric Average: 7.57
Final Thoughts: “damn good scotch”
The scotch was so delicious that I kept drinking, at the time I assumed that the correct path would come to me as the scotch flowed into my blood. Unfortunately I soon lost track of this goal and finished the bottle. Afterward I took a path that seemed appropriate. You might think that my sending this letter means that I chose the right path, in actuality I am still lost in the forest and I simply trained a peregrine falcon to deliver mail to the nearest postal station. Don’t ask how I did it; I was drunk when it happened. Assuming I can navigate my way out of this forest I will write again soon. Until then, I bit you, farewell.