Tag: whiskey

There’s no plural or possessive Paddy

Monday, 2 July, 2018

Paddy is a whiskey that has been produced in Cork since 1879 by Irish Distillers, now a subsidiary of Pernod-Ricard. By the way, the shameful sell-off of the company that once controlled the island’s whiskey industry to the French conglomerate was thoroughly documented by James Morrissey in 1989 in Hot Whiskey.

Anyway, Paddy is Paddy and there is no plural or possessive form.

Paddy


Will Cecilia Malmström tax Bob Dylan’s Bourbon?

Monday, 30 April, 2018 0 Comments

The trade philosophy of the EU is based on the principle of the free movement of goods. And, so far, so good. Disruption may be coming to Brussels, however. A trans-Atlantic trade war looms after Washington hinted it will reject the EU’s demand for an unconditional waiver from metals-import tariffs. The Trump administration is asking allies to accept quotas in exchange for an exemption from steel and aluminium tariffs meant to kick in tomorrow, 1 May, when a temporary waiver expires. This puts the EU in a rather awkward position: either yield to US demands or face punitive tariffs.

Brussels is not shying from the fight, though. Cecilia Malmström, EU Commissioner for Trade, says she could apply 25 percent tariffs on around $3.5 billion of imports from the US — targeting iconic US goods including Levi’s jeans, Harley-Davidson motorbikes and Bourbon whiskey. Which is where Bob Dylan enters the picture. According to the New York Times, the great singer-songwriter and Nobel laureate has teamed up with a liquor entrepreneur to turn a deconsecrated church in Tennessee into a whiskey distillery. Their “Heavens Door Spirits” will produce a straight rye whiskey, a double barrel whiskey and, what Cecilia Malmström might like to tax, a Tennessee Bourbon.

Cecilia, should note however, that Bob has rather firm views on whiskey and taxes. Here’s a couplet from Copper Kettle, which appeared on his 1970 album Self Portrait:

“Daddy he made whiskey, my grandaddy he did too
We ain’t paid no whiskey tax since 1792.”

Dylan


Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain

Saturday, 15 October, 2016 0 Comments

“Ya got cigarettes?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say,
“I got cigarettes.”
“Matches?” she asks.
“Enough to burn Rome.”
“Whiskey?”
“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.”
“You drunk?”
“Not yet.”

Charles Bukowski (1920 — 1994)

Galty whiskey


Drink of the Year

Thursday, 17 December, 2015 0 Comments

And the Rainy Day award goes to Caol Ila 12 Year Old Single Malt. Why? Because winter is here and ‘flu prevention measures have to be taken. Seriously. And this is a seriously medicinal single malt. Check out the Official Tasting Notes: “Nose: Subdued, citric fruitiness; a whiff of bath oil and dentist’s mouthwash. A little water raises almond oil and old-fashioned oilskins; still a fresh fruitiness (lychees?), a trace of olive oil, and after a while pot pourri or scented hand-soap.”

Kills bad breath, doubles as a deodorant and protects against the hospital bug — what more could one want? But that’s not all. Based on personal tasting, we can confirm that this remarkable whisky also delivers a tang of seaweed, a whiff of smoke, a glimpse of green barley, a hint of lemon pudding, a taste of treacle, a perception of salt, a smidgen of creosote and, depending on one’s temperament and temperature, wellness. Seriously.

Caol Ila

Tomorrow, here, the Rainy Day Video of the Year award.


Punch

Saturday, 17 November, 2012 0 Comments

The Punch Brothers are a rum lot. Their mandolinist, Chris Thile, is especially talented. Last month, he was given a MacArthur Fellowship worth a cool $500,000. That should buy him lots of punch if he ever gets a winter cold. The Irish cure for such an ailment, by the way, is a drink called “punch”. […]

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First footing into 2012

Sunday, 1 January, 2012

Happy New Year! The custom known as “first footing” dictates that the first person to cross the threshold of a home after midnight on New Year’s Eve will determine the homeowner’s luck for the new year. The ideal visitor bears gifts — preferably whiskey, coal for the fire, small cakes or a coin.

Note: Although it is acceptable in many places for the first-footer to be a resident of the house, they must not be in the house at the stroke of midnight in order to first-foot (thus going out of the house after midnight and then coming back in to the same house is not considered to be first-footing). By the way, the first-foot is traditionally a tall, dark-haired male; a fair-haired male is regarded as unlucky. Why? The answer hearkens back to the 8th century, when the fair-haired Vikings invaded the British Isles: a blond night visitor was not a good omen back then.

Carefully into the New Year