I didn’t get to hang with the Whit-Brit last week because I traveled to Stratford, Ontario to see
Man of La Mancha with the wizard and the princess and Sean Taylor and a couple of dozen Wizard of Ads partners. But while in Canada, I was CC’d on a bit of correspondence beween Tom Grimes, President Plenipotentiary of the Worldwide Worthless Bastards, and Daniel Whittington, our own Vice Chancellor and the proprietor of The Toad and Ostrich pub…

Chance of Vice & Indie britches…

A couple of weeks ago my wife took me to a “Reidel” wine glass class. (rhymes with needle)

As a certified skeptical bastard as well as a worthless one i chose NOT to believe that the damn shape or material of a glass had diddly-do to do with the taste.

i was wrong.

The right wine in the wrong glass and you can turn a nice little wine into pickle juice.

The right wine in the right glass is actually a reality (there are glasses for Chardonnay, Pinot Noir, Merlots etc … absolutely blew me away that there is some actual reality to the Right Glass for the Right Wine).

My wife now has a set of Riedel glasses in her cabinet and insists on making me use them … instead of my go to toss in the trash plastic ones.

At the close of the event they asked if anyone liked single malt Scotch.

i deferred, believing it was BS (refer to my wine glass not know how) but more likely going to cost me more $$$ and under the impression that Scotch is reminiscent of cough medicine mixed with turpentine … and in a pinch makes for a fine paint thinner.  ​

​The malty ones sampled … and all said … “vunderbar” … which apparently refers to a Germans underpants which apparently is a high compliment … go figger. ​

Just thought that since you are knower of things not well known that this is something you already probably knew about … but just in case.

Might tell Wiz to order a set and sip test a batch of single malts and let us know.

It’s the price of being a lab rat … i mean scientist.

later

tom