I tried Scotch for the first time tonight. Seems like a bit of a codgy, old-man drink, but I was interested to find out how it tasted. I've always heard about it on TV, movies, etc, just didn't know what it was like myself. So, I headed over to High Cotton, sat down at that chic litte bar, and ordered a glass. Specifically, Highland Park 12-year old single malt.
Yowsa, what a drink. My throat and tounge were on fire, but it has a smooth flavor. I suppose with years of numbing my taste buds that I could get used to it. But perhaps when I get older. For now, I'll stick with Coronas and girl drinks.
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