What’s On My Desk

Ah, so yes, I’m a few years older than the last time I posted on this blog. Life takes its course and passwords will be lost but eventually all is recovered. I’ve been honing a certain business hook over the years…scotch. It is an amazing tool to wield power over the minds of the male dominated industry I’m a part of. When boss men wants to impress with a bouquet of flowers (lame) I give them a look and tell them with no hesitation; “You want to thank me for the job I’ve done? Get me a good bottle of scotch.” and they get this funny little smile on their face investigating the possibilities of what kind of a gal I might really be. I just turn away and go back to work.  I’ll judge and assess all  these guys based upon the kind of scotch they give not the size of the sock stuffed in their pants. The only guy I fuck is my husband!

So boss man did right by me not too long ago and a bottle of Ardbeg Corryvreckan landed on my desk after a particularly arduous two weeks. Now we’re talking. He’s ok by me. He gives me shit when I deserve it and I know I can dish it back – for the most part. I have a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue at home – a Christmas gift from a couple of wonks in my office who think they’re hot shit. They need a lesson or two from the Whisky Woman. I admit to being nice to them for the gesture (it was, after all a pretty pricey gesture) but COME ON! So I swill the Blue while sneering at the wonks and savor the Ardbeg with a respectful “slainte” to the big man. My life is sweet.

I wish this Single Malt Scotch weapon worked as well on women. LOL


Desk still life


courtesy of ForScotchLovers.com

Powerful, muscular, well-textured, and invigorating. Even within the realm of Ardbeg,
this one stands out.

The more aggressive notes of coal tar, damp kiln, anise and smoked seaweed are
supported by an array of fruit
(black raspberry, black cherry, plum),
dark chocolate, espresso, molasses, bacon fat, kalamata olive, and warming

cinnamon on the finish. Quite stunning…This is a great whisky! 

Malt Advocate magazine rating: 96

Malt Advocate “Whisky of the Year” for 2009



Colour: Deepest amber

Aroma: Heady, intense and powerful.

With the first sniff, encounter the deep and turbulent force of Corryvreckan
as it pulls you inwards. Swirl the glass and dip your nose into the torrents of
tarry ropes, creosote and linseed oil rising from deep within the vortex.
As you succumb to its power, a collision of waxy dark chocolate, warm blackcurrants
and muscovado sugar pulls you under its spell with a burst of plump cherries
and earthy pine needles leaping from its depths.

Swirl water into the glass, and observe the magical collision of whisky and water.
As the liquid warms up, the seething cauldron bubbles and bursts, as you edge
closer to sniff a pot full of gutsy cayenne-peppered steak and oysters smothered
in hot pepper sauce. Salty seasoning brings a briny character with tangy crisp
seaweed and smoky bacon swirling on the surface with hints of sweet vanilla,
spicy cloves and blueberries.

As the whirlpool narrows and quickens moving ever deeper,
surrender to its dangerous depths with the heady force of menthol, treacle and chilli sauce.

Taste: Plunge into the whirlpool and taste the mysterious depths of Corryvreckan.
Torrents of taste well up on the palate; deep, peppery and chewy,
bombarding the tongue with its intense tastes and textures.

The first plunge brings forth chewy peppered steak soaked in pepper
sauce with the tang of crispy seaweed. As you descend deeper, encounter
a mouthful of black tarry espresso coffee that coats the palate with rich
melted dark fruits (blackcurrants, blueberries and cherries) and bitter almonds.
As the taste soaks in deeper, star anise and hickory dry out the palate before a
surprise of chalky effervescent violets fizz to the surface.

Finish: Long, deep and remaining powerful into the finish with black tarry
coffee, chocolate coated cherries and hot pepper sauce, the lingering memories
of your mysterious and daring journey into Corryvreckan.


What’s On My Desk?


I’ll be upfront here; Speyburn is not my favorite single malt. It’s too light and airy for my preference but there’s a nice story behind the bottle that resides on my desk at work.

It was a birthday present from a person I worked closely with for a number of years. She was a vodka drinker and never quite understood my taste in liquer but she, none the less, would always give me a bottle of single malt for my birthday. We worked well together and created some pretty amazing programs that brought both of us a measured amount of success and recognition. Two years ago we went our separate ways, amicable enough, and I always knew the annual birthday present – and the lavish holiday gifts – were really more of a client recognition thing than a friendship thing. And that was ok, really.

It was ackward the year my birthday rolled around as I had a hunch she was going to keep the tradition but we were no longer working together and it just no longer fit. It took me a full eight months to get myself over to her studio to retrieve the dusty package that I had been told was sitting there waiting for me and I finally did, on my lunch hour.

I ended up putting the bottle of Speyburn on my desk at work and there it sat as a testament to my passion for single malt. It became a wonderful conversation piece and people who came by my office noticed the bottle and instantly got a sense of who I was. This helped a great deal as I was in a new job in a new field and folks were still sizing me up. There was no question that I was a woman with balls (a compliment to my feminine ways) and the man’s world I was now working in suddenly became my Oyster. So the birthday present has served it’s purpose well. And yes, we eventually did drink it and my desk is all the emptier for it.

This makes me laugh because I consider Speyburn kind of a soft ball of single malt. It’s good enough but nothing that will put hair on MY chest – all due respect to the fine folks who toil to bring Speyburn to the world.

My birthday is in six months, by the way.

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