the whisky lounge - a journal tracking a whisky maturation project involving a newly-acquired oak cask and a significant amount of patience

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Alexander Henry

Depending on your mastery of random esoterica, you're probably wondering one of two things:

  1. Who is Alexander Henry and what does he have to do with a post that's late by a whole week?

  2. or

  3. What does a late eighteenth-century fur-trader from New Jersey have to do with a whisky blog?
Rightly so. An explanation is in order.

When not enjoying the mysteries of good whisky, I do actually have a day job which sometimes does weird things to my schedule. This is one of those times. I had to travel to lovely Kingston, Ontario for work, and unexpectedly (and unpreparedly, I might add) found I had to stay substantially longer than the few hours I'd originally expected. I ended up staying on a retired Coast Guard Great Lakes Ice Breaker which is now a B&B. I think my cabin said I was a First Mate or something. Why the Canadian Coast Guard chose to name a ship after a fur-trader from New Jersey is one of those mysteries best left unresolved.

In any case, the extra time in K-town threw a monkeywrench into my schedule, and I'm just now getting caught up on the stuff I couldn't do while I was away. Such as blogging. At least I had a good time in Kingston, though it was a whisky-free trip. Props to Deirdre for providing entertainment.

Back to the important stuff: whisky! The Glen Parker has been doing its thing for nearly two weeks now, which is longer than I've left anything before. The changes are profound.

The nose was just hinting at crab apple blossoms last time. This has become a strong violet blossom fragrance, which combines quite nicely with the still-strong liquorice. It's actually less noticeably smokey now, which is interesting. Specifically, it reminds me of the smoke from apple-scented tobacco that I recall people smoking from a hookah from my university days. I hung out with archaeology students. We have strange hobbies. There's also a hint of a breeze through a forest in spring time: fresh foliage. It's rather nice, actually.

My god. I just used the phrase "rather nice" to describe a Glen Parker.

The sandalwood and oak I'd noticed in the taste the last time are really evident today. There is no more pine resin whatsoever. The liquorice on the nose is still here in the taste, but the black pepper I noticed last time is faint. So is the vanilla, but it is there. I recall thinking it was very pungent to begin with, but that's vanished. It's far from the smoothest dram in my collection, but it's miles better than it started.

I'll give it one more week just to see if some of the edge comes off. and since I foresee no trips to Kingston or anywhere else in the near future, when I say a week, this time I'll really mean it.




Anonymous said...

See, if you had told us that you were going to Kingston, I could have recommended the brewpub (Kingston Brewing Company) that actually has 50+ single malts. And real ale. So if you ever go back...

Ian said...

Kingston Brewing Company. 50+ single malts? Lucky for me, I'll be in Kingston at the end of July for several days to finish out the project, so I guess I know where I'll be spending my evenings. :-)

Thanks for the tip