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Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
We've been cleaning the house out. My wife gave several bottles of my best single malt, 25 year old stuff, to a guy who helps around the house. He plans to throw a very big party.
I have no idea if he knows what he has or not, but it's clear he's going to enjoy it.
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Thankfully, I never acquired a taste for the stuff. I don't drink my cousin's single malt (unless he insists, which he sometimes does), but I appreciate that he offers it. Very unlike his father, who my dad (a Stanwix* on draft with a Segram's 7 on the side kind of guy) used to call the cheapest** drunk he knew.
Dad didn't hang with WASPs much, or he would have called Uncle Not Charlie "the cheapest drunk I know, other than those gin-swilling golfers on the other side of the lake." In defense of my uncle, he was always nice to me and used to let me read his collection of Louis L'Amour paperbacks.
I did have a client give me a very nice bottle of 25 year old Japanese scotch-styled whiskey once. Not at all peaty. He had received it at a closing in Japan and had stopped drinking (heart attack) before he had a chance to open it. I probably was viewed by him as "the help," too. :-)
Anyway, carry on.
*Sniff. I miss Ironweed.
**They also served store-branded soda at family gatherings, but since we never had the stuff in the house (Kool Aid was where it was at), it never bothered me.
