Happy New Year to all my readers! Long ago, I told myself that as long as I got more views in each successive year, I would continue to put in a good effort on my blog. And for the 3rd year in a row, I have received more views than the previous year, so that means that in 2018 I will continue to give it a good go!
I have returned to Newcastle after a quick trip to Scotland. My first stop was in Edinburgh where I visited my old friend Jamie, explored the city’s crazy alleyways (called closes) and admired the spectacular views!
Once upon a time Marten Brewing Company was supposed to open as Vernon’s first brewpub. This was back in the summer of 2014. When autumn rolled around, the opening date was pushed back to winter. And then spring of 2015. And then those of us who had been eagerly awaiting their existence began to slowly lose hope. But lucky for us the good folks at Marten’s have managed to buck the trend of postponements and they are now officially open!
A couple of winter’s ago in Victoria, I was at a friend’s going away/Birthday party. There were about a dozen of us, one keg of Driftwood’s Fat Tug IPA, one keg of Hoyne’s Dark Matter, and nine Led Zeppelin albums to listen to in a row. We all had a good time.
Later in the evening talk turned to Scotch. Our host then pulled out a bottle of BenRiach 10 year old that he had recently purchased and offered me a dram; he said that he found it too peaty. Whilst I was enjoying my glass, people all over the house began to notice a peculiar smell. As the smokey nose of the Scotch emanated forth from my glass, nostrils began to tingle, and people began to wonder if someone had lit a cigar inside the house.
I recently had a delightful, short notice visit from my wonderful friend Kelci, and we decided to spend the evening with some drinks and the turntable. We started out with some homemade rhubarb pie and mugs of Murchie’s Government Street green and black tea blend, accompanied by some of Harmonium’s Si on avait besoin d’une cinquieme saison. Then we moved on to the “hard” stuff.
Date a boy who drinks. Date a boy who spends his money on fine alcohol instead of cars, who decorates his house with empty bottles instead of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit posters. Date a boy who has a list of beers he has tried, and a list of beers he aspires to try.
Find a boy who drinks. Not one who drinks ten Budweiser every Friday night, but one who tries a new beer every time he visits the craft beer section of the specialty liquor store. He’s the one who spends half an hour browsing in the liquor store, only to buy one beer. You see that weird guy asking for his whisky neat, and then having to explain to the sports bar waitress what that means? He’s the one you want. He can’t resist analysing the nose of the cheap whisky he just ordered.
I bought this bottle at a Safeway in Washington State during the summer of 2013. It cost me about $45USD back when the Canadian dollar was on par with the greenback. At a BC Liquor Store this will cost you about $100; which jurisdiction do you think has higher liquor and import taxes?