Glenfarclas Single Malt Scotch Whisky, 40-year

Oh. OH.

I don’t think I have words for this yet. This was the last dram in the advent calendar* and: well done Master of Malt. Also: Holy crap this scotch is as old as I am. Past that? I… I’m sorry. This was very, very, VERY good. And I’m glad I saved it for a (personal) special occasion and that’s really all I can give you.

Even after all the progress I’ve made, I don’t feel ready/adequate/qualified/fuuuuckme to even begin to describe something of this caliber. I have another 40-y dram of something else I’m saving for my birthday. We’ll see how that goes and chat again in a few months.

Okay? Okay.

* And can I just take a moment to point out how much effort went into trying to keep those pictures of essentially the same damn thing over and over again interesting? The adventure’s not over. I have two more, smaller, tasting sets from Drinks by the Dram, too.

Brains

[At the tail end of a conversation during which we were tripping all over each other and saying the same thing at the same time repeatedly.]

Her: JINX! You owe me a brain!

Me: …

Me: Shut up. I do not. I MADE your brain. With my body.

Her: …

Her: Damn. Point.

43/52 - Snazzy

I spent all week last week almost posting 43/52 and then reminding myself that I had something in particular in mind. This is from Tom Otter’s Life Underground, bronze sculptures along the L line at 8th Avenue and 14th Street. I saw these on a previous trip to New York. It was late, both my phone and my camera were dead and I only managed to snap a couple shots of them. But I loved them. I made a point of going to see them again this trip. I went through that station twice, taking pictures both times. There are more up on my Flickr account.