[MM-MALTS-L] Hazelburn 8y

[Kraaijeveld A.R.]

Peter, for a moment I thought you'd succumbed to the early onset of Alzheimers, but I'm glad you saw the errors of your ways .... I mean, come on, burning Darwin at the stake is one thing, but to take the massive subsequent step to Pan-salinism is another one, and one too far.

At least, it is in the opinion of this humble evolutionary biologist, yours truly.


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Fly, you greatest fool
Why can't you say what they want you to
Why can't you do what they taught you
And show what they wanted of you      
       
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Dr Alex R Kraaijeveld
School of Biological Sciences
University of Southampton
Bassett Crescent East
Southampton
SO16 7PX
United Kingdom
tel: (+44)-(0)23-80593436
fax: (+44)-(0)23-80594459
http://www.sbs.soton.ac.uk/staff/ark/ark.php

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-----Original Message-----
From: mm-malts-l-bounces at grsnet.net on behalf of Peter Wood
Sent: Sat 26/05/2007 08:34
To: mm-malts-l at grsnet.net
Subject: [MM-MALTS-L] Hazelburn 8y
 
A new list, a new dram, and so it's time to forsake the old ways of life. I
will cast aside old beliefs, old prejudices, old sets of mind and welcome
the new and wondrous. I will believe in the intelligent designer, in the
creation of man, in the Age of Aquarius, in Omega-3 enhanced chucky eggs,
and in the Easter Bunny. I will throw my En Fuskie es Nane Saat Ava shirt
in the Salvation Army clothing bin, and I WILL taste SALT in whisky.

What better start along the road to enlightenment than Hazelburn malt
whisky. Scion of the stables of the most famous (though not the first)
salty dog of all - Springbank. Even the name conjours up images of the
sea-salt tang, hidden in the mist, creeping across Longrow like fog through
the night. Seeping under the bonded doors, and around the sleeping caks,
insinuating its maritime flavour into the young and welcoming whisky.

On the nose this light gold dram is malty with notes of rain-sodden rose
petals, custard-cream biscuits, dried grass, a speck of vanilla and ginger
spice. On the palate it is immediately dry and spicy with a powdery
mown-grass flavour. The medium-length finish is dry, nutty and turning
bitter with cask phenols.

Frankly this whisky is a lilly-livered nothing-much of a dram. A washed-out
dish rag run up the pole and weakly flapping where the proud Springbank
pennon should be cracking in the wind. Well, what do you expect, no peating
and the guts spilled out of it by three times through the stills. C'mon
Springbank, get this stuff out of the casks, into the bottles and peed agen
the wall, and let's get some seriously stinking fish under way.

Oh, and salt? Sod all of course - what the bloody hell was I thinking
about? Stuff this mystic new-age crap (Aquarius was a water peddlar would
you believe!) and on with the bottle-green shirt (which by the way,
comforted me like a cuddle blanket when having my root canals navvied at
the endodontist's this week). In Darwinian evolution, Einsteinian general
relativity, quantum gravity, and non-salty whisky I believe: just like any
good Dawkinsian Pantheist should.

Peter Wood





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