Syrup Beaver
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Random story.
Maybe 20 years ago, I was mistaken for someone important and invited to an evening organised by the Scotch Whisky Asociation. I, and a friend, waited patiently at 7 o'clock ( as per the invite) for the doors to open. On entry we were confronted by a long table with part full galsses of whisky, After 7 or 8 ( and still the only ones to arrive) I engaged the barman in conversation.
'What is this? It's really quite pleasant?'
'Well Sir, as the Scotch Whisky Association, we represent over 235(?) distilleries. Were we to tell you what we are serving this evening it would appear that we favour one distilleries which........'
' Look, I'm not in the business, it's just that I quite like this and would happily buy a bottle.'
'Ok, so don't tell anyone, but it's Macallan Rare which is quite uncomon as it's export only'
The hours passed, many, far more important people arrived and I got really really trashed.
Eventually, I found myself chatting with the Director of the SWA, some random member of parliament and a journalist from the Telegraph, who asked 'What is this we're drinking.
The Director of the SWA
'Well Sir, as the Scotch Whisky Association, we represent over 235(?) distilleries. Were we to tell you what we are serving this evening it would appear that we favour one distilleries which........'
Me ' Well I've been puzzling all night. At first I thought Macallan, but it's a tad smoother than that. I'm stumped'.
The director's eyes lit up. He'd found a whisky meister. He promptly introduced me to the barman as some sort of whisky guru and told him to offer me the bottles under the table all 30-50 year olds. I was so trashed they all tasted the same. Unforgiveable.
Next time that happens you need to bring a bunch of togo cups.