Boats and hoes, boats and hoes, I gotta have me my boats and–BEER! Beer, not hoes!
After leaving Skye, Gavin and I continued our Scottish whisky travels with a stop at Oban.
Last week Gavin arrived in York, and now we are travelling in Scotland!
Go Hibs Go!
“If ever you rest amongst the elderflower, foxgloves and swaying summer grasses of Kingcombe Meadows, prepare for a performance. A nimble golden harvest mouse, no larger than your thumb, uses its talented tail to somersault from stem to stem in search of wild barley and floral flavours. We’d give this grassy gymnast a gold medal every time!”
-from the back label of this beer bottle!
A couple of weeks ago I was invited to a potluck at Dr. O’Neill’s house, to which we were also encouraged to bring a bomber of Pale Ale for a blind taste test. Little did I know that my liquor store paper bag would be of a different colour from the others, and that some people can’t follow instructions very well..
Some of you may be familiar with my homemade rhubarb wine. Well way back in 2015 when I first made the rhubarb wine, I also whipped up a batch of strawberry-rhubarb wine. I followed the same method and recipe for both, except for this one I substituted 1lb of sugar for 1lb of strawberries. Or something like that.
More recently I finally took the time to ponder some tasting notes for this particular vintage, accompanied on this journey by my good friend Kelci, of previous blog post fame. Below you will find my transcription of Kelci’s hand written (though joint created) tasting notes.