Recently there was a nice Toronto Whisky Society tasting in which a private whisky owner shared an interesting group of whiskies with a group of us.

The line-up was, in a word, prettyfuckingamazingballs. And if that isn’t a word, I suggest Webster’s contact me, because if an emoji can make it in, the above should have a chance.

Recently there’s been a few whisky fans tell me about an Auchentoshan that differs from the standard. And whenever I hear about that, I’m a bit sad. Because contrary to a few of my whisky drinking friends, I enjoy Auchentoshan. In specific cases.

I’ve said it before, Auchentoshan is best at cask strength. Some would call me out on that, mentioning that I enjoy all whiskies at cask strength, and there’s been so few that I don’t always like that you could count them using an accident-prone fireworks tech’s right hand to…