Not very often do you walk into work and get a chance to try one of the rarest whiskies in the world and that will ever cross your palette. I've come to realize that unlike most, these kinds of occurrences seem to be a regular thing in my day to day - not many can say that.I believe it was a Thursday afternoon when this bottle found its self in the hands of a dear friend and my colleagues, with just enough settled at the bottom to share between the 8 of us. Seated in the wine cellar we grasped the bottle, enamoured by its authenticity, rarity, and absolute beauty. Though I have become a respected taster among many, even I knew I couldn't appreciate its full worth.
The colour was a rich tobacco brown, burning amber under the sparkle of the chandelier lights. Poured into the glass the whisky caressed the base; you could not deny the archaic energy and aromatic sophistication that lingered past the glass edge. The smell encompassed tradition and craftsmanship, that taste unprecedented. Rich notes of leather, tobacco leaf, toffee, caramel and a bite of espresso enveloped my tongue, melting my senses. If there was to be a whisky that welcomed you into a serene escape, it was this bottle.
Clutched in the palm of my hand I had a moment of clarity; a moment of accomplishment. To many this would simply be a glass of whisky, but to me it was a sign of success, a moment of achievement. This glass represented dedication and perseverance; the ability to recognize your potential and abilities in areas that were never seriously considered.
