Although the past year has seen me cutting down on the sauce a great deal (which is really surprising, as I thought I enjoyed it, but it was just a habit like many of my other unnecessary ones), I did find it good fun to take a tour of the Nikka whiskey distillery a short ways from here. There was not much to see, most of the magic taking place inside the caskets, but for a short period of time (perhaps 10 minutes, I am not sure as time went by so quickly), the attendees had a free for all to sample some of their products. I stuck with the 17 year, bypassing the other three options. The first I had neat, and the rest on the rocks or with water. Alas, all good things come to an end, and we were shuffled out to make way for the next group.
Before we left, we looked around the store, but found nothing in particular we needed. But there was one other tasting bar, this time requiring money, although we were given a taste of the 10 year single cask malt whisky, which tasted quite fine, and fire-y. Looking up and down the list of available drinks, it was decided to try the 25 year old single cask malt whisky (the oldest, of course!) and that was quite pleasant.
We all left there smiling, and a little liquored up, with the exception of the wonderful driver (my sister), who had to make do with tea and orange juice, but that's okay, as she does not like drinking much.
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| a display of the earliest releases, circa 1940s-50s |
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