Lagavulin Offerman 11

Honey, vanilla and smoke – as I suppose one would expect from rum aged Islay.

I’ve been wanting to try this for a while and I’m at Whiskey Kitchen in Raleigh, North Carolina and they have it here. I can’t get it at home and it really wasn’t very expensive.

The smoke is edging up on too much, but the underlying flavors are just delightful. I’m really glad I got a chance to try this.

Kriek de Ranke

As I’ve said before, I hate Belgian beer. Which is weird given that it’s considered by many to be the best beer in the world. But there’s something about the open fermentation style that makes me physically ill.

But I do love a Kriek, and more generally a lambic. So on my annual pilgrimage to Brussels I always try to have a lambic that I have not tried before.

The De Ranke Kriek is tart and crisp like a fresh cherry. As it should be. And it’s one I haven’t had before.

On my usual scale of forty bottles of RingBoRee, this scores a 31.

Also I wish I’d gotten the smaller bottle so I could have tried something else rather than filling up on this.

American Whiskeys

As you may have gathered, I got a whiskey advent calendar for 2023. I am still not through it. The main reason for that is that it’s heavy on American whiskeys, and I have come to the conclusion that I hate American whiskeys. The reason is very simple – corn tastes like gummy bears and corn chips, and doesn’t belong in whiskeys. So each American whiskey I come across, while I try to say something intelligent about its flavors and aromas, they all smell and taste like gummy bears and cleaning sprays.

I have said what I have said.