by
jcskinner
» Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:46 pm
Like other society members who attended last night's president's
selection tasting, I was delighted to receive my 'Irish Whiskey
Society Founder' Glencairn glass.
I carefully put it away
in my bag and enjoyed the tasting (report coming soon to a
website near you.)
This morning, I completely forgot about
the glass, grabbed the same bag and ran out to work. During the
course of the day, I was hither and thither, doing a couple of
interviews, running into Government buildings for the Dublin
Diocesan report launch and back to the office, and then finally,
a quick meeting with a photographer about a job before home.
So
an hour or so ago, as I was making my dinner, I got a sudden
chill in my guts. My glass!
I had flung my bag roughly
around all day, lobbing it at the floor in my office, throwing
it against the wall in meetings, even treading on it at a press
conference. It couldn't possibly have survived. I began
wondering if it would be possible to get a replacement, or if I
had lost all opportunity of tasting whiskey from my IWS founder
glass.
With a heavy heart I opened my bag. Not only was the
glass perfectly intact, even though my pen had broken, but when
I raised it close to look for cracks, I caught a faint hint of
sherry spice and vanilla.
Even in my joy, this struck me as
odd, since I didn't use my glass at all last night during the
tasting. But clearly someone has tried a dram from this glass.
Either that, or in addition to being magical, the glass is also
haunted by the trace of what smells like a sherried Speyside.
I'm
going to lash a Lagavulin into it now to see if I can exorcise
the ghosts of whiskey past.
Cheers, everyone.