The votes are in.
Last month, we asked for your most memorable whiskey experience.
On offer was a free Tasting for FOUR people at Teeling Whiskey Distillery in Dublin’s Newmarket plus a handcrafted Teeling Cocktail to enjoy afterwards (worth 100 big ones in total).
There could be only one winner.
‘Jamming with the lads over New Year’s one time turned into a late night early morning weed n beer session. Beer ran out so out came the whiskey until 5 am and instead of calling in sick, I decide to go to work. The singer drove me to the airport after I gave him a punch in the jaw and I was duly delivered to the job in a pukey heap at the front door with my uniform under me arm. The singer took off the wrong way round the airport one way system, ended up being chased by the airport cops and crashed his car on the old airport road. I was sacked next day.’
‘Over 20 years ago I was coordinating a research project in a far distant land and we got to know some of the locals reasonably well. One day my translator accidentally got us invited to some local religious festival at 10 in the morning, that involved the men of the village going from house to house, drinking home made hooch. We were picked up about early in the circuit and ended up visiting something like 10 houses. Each time, it was a brisk, mysterious ceremony and then a shot of hooch and off to the next place. Finally, ended up in the local ‘chief’s house’, The 20 or so of us sat in this big circle, and the chap to my left poured this huge glass of whiskey, took a mouthful and passed it to his left, each person doing the same. It dawned on me I was going to be the last one, and followed the glass round with my eyes. Finally it got to the chap to my right, and he looked at me with a big smile: I saw he had no teeth, and some mysterious ulcery-looking marks around his mouth. He took a slurp and handed it to me. I was a fair few sheets to the wind, but had the presence of mind to pour the booze into my mouth without letting the glass touch my lips. I have a somewhat hazy memory of myself and the translator dashing back to our lodging and cracking open my emergency bottle of Jameson and vigorously gargling it. I still have all my teeth.’
Previously: A Lovely Teeling Came O’er me Stealing