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.

It’s interesting to follow what makes you excited. Self-examination, that is. Not judging others like some sort of crazed doctor in the woods.

I realized, for instance, that without aiming for it, I’ve been drinking more and more Glenrothes. Not from the distillery itself, but from independent bottlers. I looked through purchases, pours from friends, and samples from bars/other countries and I’ve had a pattern.

Thus when Glenrothes 1996 Jack Wieber came up, a bell went off and I started salivating. First off, Jack Wieber not only picks good casks (from my experience), but they tend to pick ones that I end up craving.

Let’s be honest too: As the son of a man who worked for the Railway, which ended up being the…