I'll pass on ownership of this, but I like his style.
To Mr. Patrick, a 66-year-old Toronto connoisseur, his one taste of 50-year-old Scotch tasted too much like the barrel. “It tasted okay, almost on the cusp of being overpowered by wood,” he said. “I drink more than I collect.”
Glenfiddich is releasing a limited run of 50-year old Scotches at sixteen thousand dollars a pop.
Jesus, for sixteen grand I could buy eternal happiness and still have a bit left over for a dozen bottles of a perfectly good drinkable Scotch.
But if you ever need a pliant drinking buddy sir, I can be at your door in a heartbeat.
I'll laugh at all of your jokes and leave when asked.