Seasonal cheer. 12/23/2006
A couple of nights ago, a young lady of my acquaintance, and a dear friend, returned to this country for a short visit home. She had taken the trouble, at my request, to bring me some spirits, in keeping with the spirit of the season. And if you don’t think that’s a bad pun, you must be dead and have absolutely no sense of humour.
My favourite tipple, brought with much love and care, and parental expenditure in air fare, right to my door step. I appreciate the gesture, and the young lady in question has my gratitude.
I first started drinking Bushmill’s when I discovered it during a rather rough trip to the Emerald Isle, years and years ago, in a past life. This was in the days when being Catholic, or Protestant, in that specific city, was literally a matter of life, or death. But the one thing that I discovered, was that the people in the city, in certain areas at least, were genuinely friendly to visitors. And it was during a rather cold evening, driving along in a residential area, where I encountered this hospitality.
I was looking for a specific address, and a specific person. Driving along, I gave up, and decided to ask for directions. I saw a gentleman walking down the street, with his wife, and I rolled my window down to ask for help. He listened to my question, and then answered me in the broadest Irish brogue I had ever encountered to date. His wife saw my dumb founded look, and said to me, in a rather more understandable lilt, that if I gave them a lift home, they would show me where I needed to go, since it was on their way.
I agreed, and they got into the car. A little ways along, they were where they needed to go, and I was within spitting distance of where I needed to be. Conversation in during the drive was interesting to say the least, since they were really curious as to what someone like me, from a very far off country, would be doing in Belfast. I answered them as best I could, trying to avoid mention of the fact that I was working for the devil.
As the gentleman got out of the car, he turned, and said to me, that since it was a cold night and all, would I be interested in trying out some Irish whiskey. I shrugged my shoulders, and since I had time to burn, I said yes.
And tasted what was to become, for me, a life long relationship, with one of the best whiskies in the world. But I will give you fair warning, for drinking Bushmill’s is an acquired taste.
- Posted in : Personal
- Author : thesnark
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Single malt next time k?
Season’s Greetings Snarky.
Have a safe New Year!
All blessings to you
I refer Jamesons myself - first met on one of many trips to the bottom half of that same Island and for much more pleasant reasons, but Merry Christmas, all the same Snarky-boy.
Oh yes, and try an Islay malt for another taste to be ‘acquired’
merry x’mas!
Yum! Whisky Looks good. Merry Xmas!
Bushmills is fantastic, proper Irish whiskey.