I have been hearing some banter from some of the readers wanting me to review some Scotch. I love Scotch actually, but I love good Scotch that I can rarely afford. The underlying problem with whisky is that the cheap stuff is so terrible that it causes heartache, hangovers, and death. I remember the first time I drank rocket fuel (or as some call it, Johnny Walker Red) — that liquid hit my palate like a burning ball of metallic rubber, scrapping my taste buds into nothing.
I started out drinking Glenmorangie and The Macallan, before ultimately being enlightened to bourbon.