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Incredible Ireland: Part 3

11 Nov

Our time in Ireland was coming to a close and the boy and I thought we had seen it all: sheep, daunting cliffs, some more sheep, green hills, flocks of sheep, great pubs, blue-bottomed sheep, small drunk men resembling leprechauns, pink-bottomed sheep…

But then we were recommended to head up some small mountain roads from Clifden, en route to the final stop: Achill Island, chosen due to a recommendation given to yours truly by a very drunk lady in the loo at the pub the night before. It’s better than Tripadvisor, we thought!

It was raining, but in some ways, it made it ever more scenic as the drizzle came down on the lochs and obscured the mountains and trees. We had begun the journey with rain, so we may as well finish off on that note too.

The roads were deserted and – as we took some random detours – we found we were nearly alone…or, at least we were the only humans around when we stepped out of the car…

The boy makes friends with a donkey while I befriend some ponies...

After our stop off to play Dr Doolittles, the boy and I continued on our way through dramatic mountain paths, just in time to see the sun come out to colour the peaks pink…

The stunning scenery continues...

But it wasn’t long before we had to hop out of the car once again – a fact which seemed to repeat itself again and again…though, we had to say, we were a bit perplexed by this sign…I saw no evidence of pie anywhere!

Pie? What pie?

Even with so sign of any pie, the boy and I were pretty relaxed by our surroundings…who wouldn’t be?

The boy thinks sadly about the lack of pie...

We drove languidly up to Achill Island and, instead of stopping off at the first B&B we saw, continued on our way along one last seriously steep roadway…not that the sheep seemed to be aware of any immediate peril…

That sheep seems far too relaxed, given there's a 150ft drop just behind him...not that I wanted to ruin his tranquility

The tricky roadway was a fantastic way to remind us just how incredible Ireland really is…

Simply...incredible...

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Dramatic Whisky

15 Sep

One of my favourite things to indulge in is whisky. Its diversity of flavours and smells makes my tongue wiggle in happiness with each sip and I am finding myself ever more keen to develop my knowledge of this gorgeous spirit.

Over the years of enjoying this drink, I can clearly say I have learned that whisky is dramatic. In fact, seeing as Mirriam Webster defines the word as “striking in appearance or effect” and seeing as whisky is, most often, both – especially the latter after too many top-ups – I was glad to stumbleupon someone seizing on this fact to promote greater education about the drink to the masses.

This person is drinks-industry veteran Mark Thomson, who heads up the aptly named company: “Dramatic Whisky“. Its goal: “To break down the stuffy, dusty walls surrounding the mystique of Whisky and allow everyone the opportunity to discover and understand this fabulous liquid…”

I was curious to find out more and, after an invitation from Mark, headed to one of his latest tastings at the lovely Liberty Lounge on Bell Lane, just down from Spitalfields market.

Some of the evening's whiskies stand at attention while Dramatic Whisky founder, Mark Thomson, sorts last-minute details in the background

I was not disappointed, nor were the 21 other people who, later, all seemed to compliment Mark’s lecture as they wobbled out the door.

But back to the start. The venue was perfect for the evening: trendy but cozy, all dark-wood, dark-banquettes and dark couches, mood-lit by flickering candles. The guests made small talk over the lounge music bubbling across the stereo and the whole place felt far from anything stuffy or old-school.

Soon enough, we got down to the evening’s main event: the tasting, which comprised six whiskies. Interestingly, Mark started us out – after a comedic talk on how whisky is made and its history – with a Grant’s, something I haven’t drunk since a rather unfortunate evening as an 18-year-old when I glugged a litre of the stuff with a friend during a beach party in England’s south. It put me off whisky for a good six years, and I was doubtful of trying it again. Luckily, I was pleasantly surprised: it had nice caramel and vanilla notes, was smooth and left a subtle pear taste of the palate. This was certainly due to the fact it wasn’t any bog-standard Grant’s but a posher, sherry cask finished blend, and my memories of one of my worst teenage hangovers were not brought back. Putting this whisky first was part of Mark’s goal to de-snobbify whisky drinkers who think supermarket-shelf stuff is no good and I think it did the trick.

We continued with a light, young, appley Glen Moray; Penderyn’s delicious peated malt (still one of my personal favourites); a rich, sherry-casked 12-year-old Highland Park; a nutty, oily 18-year-old Highland Park; and, finally, a Christmas-cake-in-a-glass 18-year-old Glenlivet.

Throughout the event, Mark tried his best to get the crowd chatting and spent much time joking about the attempts of the evil English to control and regulate distilleries in the 18th and 19th centuries. It was an evening choc-a-bloc with interesting information delivered in a relaxed manner, using the latest technology (he brought up pictures to illustrate points on his iPad) in a fantastic hidden-away bar I was very glad to discover. There was even a large plate of flavourful Moroccan food to finish.

And finally, it was dramatic in as much as it was the antithesis of what many whisky evenings can be: older, stuffy, aristocratic and snobby. We had fun, drank lots and got to love new whiskies. Gwiltypleasures was definitely satisfied…she can only hope Mark will continue to get the “water of life” flowing to even greater numbers of the UK population…

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