In the glass a wonderful copper color, like your uncle’s collection of Indian head pennies rapidly transforming from the highly collectable grade of AU 58 to unacceptable smoothed shims in an acid bath. Not-quite-ripe cantaloupe balls wrapped in prosciutto, dried cherries with the pits replaced with cloves, herring filets sizzling on a cedar plank amidst the outraged cries of Lew Zealand. In a word, the balance and complexity of this 8 year old is striking. With more vim and braggadocio than a pack of teenage tombstone topplers, this remarkable whisky is an ideal college entrant: well-rounded, amply-credentialed, and, despite lacking some depth, ready to take on the world. And as she surveys the resplendent grounds of the University, she strides purposely away from the nagging, summer doubts over a scribbled high school yearbook pledge not fully understood by its recipient ("By 'love ya,' is she saying she loves me?") or by its writer ("Was Raymond the guy in Trigonometry?").
--On the scale of unforgettable, early-career motion picture moments--
The Wemyss Spice King is Uma Thurman in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen--Transcendent symmetry, yes, and hints of the leavening graces time brings. “Hello,” indeed!
*Special thanks to Susan Colville, Cameron and Wilma for sharing the love with us. Slàinte!