Scotch in the Skies: The Macallan 1851 Inspiration

The Macallan 1851 Inspiration is a single malt scotch (single malt means that the blend was made from scotches of a single distillery, in this case: The Macallan) that is blended to replicate the tasting notes from a sampling of the first scotch produced by The Macallan in the year...well figure it out. It goes for about 150 bucks a bottle, and strange as it sounds...is a steal at that price. I found mine for about 85...DO NOT underestimate the power of duty free shopping (c'mon what the hell else you gonna do while you wait there at the airport). The Macallan 12 year old was the first scotch I ever tried so this distillery has a special place with me. Not to mention they only produce elegant blends of the utmost quality.

Written in situ (on site, yay for random latin) June 14 at the apartment:

As I sit here lazily drinking down my scotch, I look out and watch the clouds. The clouds, like scotch, all look the same at a glance...but, if you take the time to look closer...you find that each one is wonderfully unique. The Macallan 1851 Inspiration. Looking closer, I see an orange-gold glow emanating from the glass, warming my eyes, as the rich decadent aromas of honey and mulled oranges drift up and kindle my nostrils. Slowly I hover, breathing above the horizon of my glass, and just let time pass. I draw away and am only left with the fragrance of citrus trees fluttering through my head. The scotch slowly swirls in the glass. A thin glossy coat descends the side, like a shooting star in the sky. The delicate, lustrous legs are the only tail left from the stars' passage through the heavens. I lift up the glass and drink. A fine syrup glides down my tongue, sweetly spicing my mouth. Once again the star begins its journey. The scotch leaves a honey sweet burn, letting me know where it has traveled. And when the celestial liquid has soared away...the taste of an empty oak barrel is all that I'm left with. It brings forth the impression of...drinking a honey liqueur on an old wooden porch. Leisurely looking out at the sky over a sunny orange grove.