Now, I know this is a tough one for anybody who likes stories set in Scotland and/or starring Scots, but come on. JAMIE & CLAIRE! The greatest love story ever told (yeah, I went there. And I believe it, too!)
So tell the world that we love our favorite couple, and they are the best (even though Claire isn’t TECHNICALLY Scottish — she just has a little Scot in her. Heh. Dirty joke. *G*)
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And in today’s whiskey, how about one of Sam’s favorites?
This, my friends, would be varied versions of Lagavulin. I wasn’t sure exactly WHICH one Sam liked, so I just posted a few. The 16 seems to be the most popular, from what I’ve seen. However, being the cheapskate that I am, I think I’ve only had the 12. The taste (of the 16) is described as follows by The Whiskey Exchange.
“The Islay representative in the ‘Classic Malts’ series is a deep, dry and exceptionally peaty bruiser. Probably the most pungent of all Islay malts, Lagavulin is not for the faint-hearted but inspires fanatical devotion in its many followers.”
I don’t really know about flavor beyond “good,” “yuck (I’m looking at you, gin),” and “I’m So Drunk I Don’t Care.” I somehow think that Scottish whisky (apparently I spell it wrong — when it’s crafted in Scotland, it should be whiskY, but when it’s made in the States, it’s whiskEy. Whatevs.) was WAY stronger in the 18th century, so while I’m sure quality still could vary, I don’t think Claire cared. Plus, there’s always the Rhenish. Or the Claret. Whatever’s around!
Let’s see, how much time do we have left? I’m trying to put in a countdown clock on my blog just to depress myself every day, but WordPress is really difficult to add outside apps to. So, right now as I’m typing this, we’re looking at a desert of: