Scotch is a gentleman’s drink. Indeed, it always reminds me of my father, and great, hushed conversations with him sometimes into the wee hours—and rarely do I think of Frank Sinatra without a glass in his hand (or any of the characters on Mad Men for that matter). I like the occasional blended Dewar’s and my father likes his Cutty Sark, only because there’s a picture of a clipper ship on the label of course, and occasionally he turns to sips of Bruichladdich single malt for medicinal purposes.
Recently I discovered a limited-edition of The Glenlivet Nadurra Triumph 1991 single malt Scotch whisky, which is elegantly smooth and as warming as a cashmere scarf, perfect for winter. I do suspect the Old Man would approve.
To serve, pour some of the singular amber liquid in a highball or a rocks glass, but you may want to skip the rocks—just a drop of water will do just fine. Cheers then!
First published in Next magazine.