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.. or the water of life. Once again it was high time for the Whisky Fair at the Intercontinental - at least it's been a while since I was there - so let's get out. Jan met here went there. Compared with the last few years have been relatively little is going on, we exchanged at the entrance a couple of coins and worried us a nosing glass.
In our journey, it was not long and we have Richard had been identified, they were having a little chat and took us to the current state, he had also accepted the Facebook profile and various rumors can grow again, despite his mustache. Would be if not strange. What are you listening else is new? Germany was probably all the crises in spite of the whiskey market exceptionally capable and the two days previous high attendance were reported. Apparently, however, some seminar participants were the last days failed, even if it was actually sold out - we were invited to appear just after us and to enforce, yet some would give wenns (unfortunately there were no more tickets available, which one would normally be booked) . But because of the stiff-buttoned Kartenabreißtusse that did not work completely. You probably knew not whom they had Richard in front of him and probably had no English was good enough to understand its subtle and elegant formulation, that is all right. Manners are not everything. Seemed to the poor to be quite embarrassed afterwards, the woman should really something to be ashamed! Whatever the case, we book next year before for months, so we save These kinds of - I hope it comes again a Dalmore seminar, which was really great time on Jura, which would have really liked to have seen.
We touched about a bit and tried here and there, a noble my stash, stop by and Ardbeg Chieftains, I tasted the Rollercoaster of Ardbeg and Tamdhu 1994, and I must say that they both appeal to me - the Ardbeg time preference if given the complexity. Then landed on my list of Isle of Jura Prophecy, a very intense whiskey, a little too playful and not quite as peaty as the Superstition, but beautiful. While we're at Superstition, I got me a bottle of same is in the shop.
The only added to the added I was not, however, Jan was not to take it to bring a 1983's bottle of Caol Ila - one from 1200 I believe exist. Caol Ila was not able to take shape as I would have if the peat but also indulged in what from that house. I packed up a Inter whiskey glass to at last at home to have more than 2 Nosinggläser, but the injured is painfully died due to a hand wiping the awkwardness of Kosta, later that evening.
In the meantime, we approved a very delicious Irish Stew in a bread cup, this was just the thing to start so early after a whiskey tasting first to bring the stomach back into shape. Unfortunately, Richard had not too long after his seminar to move on, to pack and take the plane back to Glasgow, we shot the one or the other image and said goodbye warmly before we even indulged in a little stroll around.
As we left the fair with a whiskey glass in hand, our booty on the side, and so went through Frankfurt, we arrived before us quite decadent, just past the "drinking in public". A successful event, a beautiful Sunday was the - and now adorn our cabinets very noble drinks.
Hail to the Kingdom of Steel!
Brother Arnoc
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