A Journey of Justice: Part 1
Dear friends and comrades,
I, Jimmathy Jethro Justice, have just set out on a journey. I know not when I will return or how long it will be before I can sample another alcoholic beverage with you again. However, this is a journey I must undertake. I have decided to catalog my journey and send back to you my adventures, so that you may share them with the world.
I set out two days past, donning my traveling cloak and packing only the barest of essentials.
With me I brought a tasty scotch suited to the summer weather along the road: “Glenmorangie Original 10 year”. Though my adventure had just begun, I knew that I could not shirk my duties to the Buffalo Lounge. So as I walked and drank I thought to myself how this beverage measured up to other single malts. Overall it seemed to be a fairly above average drink.
Following our usual routine I decided to turn the bottle over as I pondered my scores and see what they distillers had to say.
What they say: “Glenmorangie is renowned the world over for its elegant and floral spirit; a single malt whisky of exquisite finesse and alluring complexity. Truly original since 1843.”
It seemed to me at first that they were speaking to highly of themselves, but eventually found a small corner store that would supply me with ice, and I discovered this is where the beverage truly shined. A slightly citric and refreshing taste along with the classic woody scotch flavor began to make my walk far more enjoyable. I have scored the scotch in our usual fashion; I believe the metrics will speak louder than my words.
Taste: 6.5 – Hints of lemon in the woody flavor, but a bit too much of a bite
Aroma: 6 – (somewhat woody, but not a ‘drink me’ smell)
Honesty: 5 – Neutral
Mixability: w/rocks: 7
Google Shop Average: $40
Metric Score: 42.5/70 |+| Metric Average: 6.07
Solid single malt, nothing impressive, but when put on the rocks, an amazing summer beverage.
As I write I am sitting outside a post station.I have finished my first scotch, but I will continue to seek others. Now I journey north into the mountains, following an ancient trail, that will hopefully lead me to a treasure trove of scotches.I don’t know when I will be able to write again, but when I do it will be of other delicious discoveries. Until then, I bit you good booze and goodbye.