Ok so it's like over two weeks since our inaugural tasting and I'm only now just getting around to updating this - such is life. First it should be remarked upon that rather slanderous statements were made in the guestbook about our (unarmed) Sgt.At Arms Ron because he didn't bring a contribution to the tasting, and I have promised to set the record straight. He did not know that the tasting was actually going to happen til the day of, and says he did not have time to properly prepare. So I guess in my capacity as Prez and Her Heathen Wenchness, he is forgiven.

So on to the tasting . . .
I got the bright idea to bring along my microcassette recorder, so I wouldn't have to try to remember all the particulars. And a good idea it was, but for the fact that the damn thing picked up every noise in the house as well as our tasting-related conversations. So, basically, I'm winging this!
Charlie (Taster-At-Large, His 'Refined' Scottishness) and I were the main participants, with Ron and John (my husband, Public Relations Officer, His Drunken Irishness) interjecting themselves occasionally. To start the proceedings, Charlie presented me with my own Ardbeg nosing glass and a "baby" quaiche. Up for our consideration, pleasure, debate, etc. were Bunnahabhain (12 year), Dalmore (21 year), Glenkinchie, and Glenmorangie (all 12? year, Port, Sherry, and Madiera casks). YUM YUM!
As I previously mentioned, I recorded the proceedings, but the tape is largely unintelligible due to background noise, but some things due stand out. I believe our favorite was the Dalmore, with Bunnahabhain and the Glenmorangie Port being pretty well tied for second. After that was the Sherry, Madiera, and Glenkinchie. Charlie and I agreed that Ron would probably favor the Glenkinchie because of its strong smoky bitey body and finish, and sure enough we were right. While mine and Charlie's tastes in single malt is much more refined, Ron likes it rough. Of course, Ron first had to get it away from John, who was doing his best to fulfill his role as "His Drunken Irishness." At one point John came into the tasting room (aka Debbie's kitchen) and absconded with the Glenkinchie. Some time later he returned, a beer in one hand and about half of the Glenkinchie in the other. Charlie remarked that "There's no telling where this might go." John grinned broadly and stated "Right down the old hatch!" and proceeded to put words to action.
Anyway, my personal favorite of the night was Bunnahabhain, mostly because the name is so much fun to say. For the uninitiated, it is pronounced Boon-ah-hahv-en. All through the tape we break out into saying the name over and over, adding things like "Been-a-havin' Bunnahabhain." Been-a-heavin' cuz I Been-a-havin' too much Bunnahabhain." You get the idea. Oh, and it is a good tasting experience too.
Think I'll have to refresh my memory tonight! HEE HEE HEE . . .