Celebrate! Dance to the Music!
(No, Oy. Three Dog Night. That's almost as bad.)
In any event, a little celebratin' is in order.
My sign is up! Hurrah!
My phone is working! Hurrah!
My equipment is being delivered tomorrow! Hurrah!
Did a magazine interview and I didn't flub it! Hurrah!
All of the people I hired want to work for me even though it's taking forever to get the joint up and running! Hurrah!
And a good friend bought me a lovely bottle of Oban, which I am presently enjoying as I type.
And if I couldn't get any of y'all to enjoy scotch before, this oh-so-tantalizing description of Laphroaig might....eggs, plastic, and burnt sticks. Can't get much tastier than that!
Aroma: Intense nose, well integrated and complex. (straight) Peat-smoke first, accompanied by a chemical-floral scent (like aerosol spray), then a deep fruitiness (melon balls, nectarines, over-ripe plums, boiled sweets, Cinnamon Balls, brand of sweets); some scorched wool.
(dilute) With water, the scent becomes more smoky and tarry - tarry rope and Lapsang Suchong tea. Slightly oily.
Flavour: The mouthfeel was mouth-cooling and pleasantly dry. The primary taste was surprisingly sweet to start, then a smoky interlude with a hint of salt and a sweetish finish, but with a firm peat-smoke 'catch'. The overall flavour was of burnt sticks.
Development: Its phenolic character reduces over time, to be replaced by heather and cereal notes, with some plastic. Flavour remains iodine/smoky to start, then mash tun, then eggy.
Trust the chef. It's scrumptious and addictive.