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Thursday
Jan182018

The Norman Invasion

Going to the grocery store in Normandy is always a fun experience because in no other place will you see an entire walk-in fridge full of Camembert. Charles Neal and I are loading up on supplies then heading back to his newly-purchased farm house for dinner. With the Pays d'Auge as our home base we'll be branching out into Calvados over the next few days before heading down to Bordeaux and the Loire for some wine tasting.

My other favorite part of shopping in France is the plethora of 4.5 liter-sized bottles of spirits. We think we're so cool with our 1.75L handles in the states, but these are on another level. I wish I had a bigger suitcase. The fun starts tomorrow over at On the Trail. 

-David Driscoll

Wednesday
Jan172018

Back on the Road

I'm back on the road this week, heading out to France where I'll be looking to load up on more brandy (the usual trio of Calvados, Cognac, and Armagnac) as well as potential wine club selections for 2018. I'm starting in Normandy this weekend, then I'm driving down to Bordeaux and on to Gascony with a few stops along the way. There are some new single cask selections on the way, and I'll make sure to keep everyone abreast of new whiskey arrivals via the blog, but for the most part I'm working remotely until February. If you're interested in following along, make sure you check in with the On the Trail blog as well. That's where I'll be posting the majority of my photos and stories. I'll be with the man himself, Charles Neal, for the entire trip and we're both pretty jazzed about what's in store. I'm still available via email for any questions, but if you're in one of the northern stores and need help make sure to ask one of the Andrews: Andrew Whiteley in Redwood City, or Andrew Stevens in SF. 

-David Driscoll

Tuesday
Jan162018

The First Must-Have Malt of 2018

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the best new whisky I've tried in months and the most exciting release of 2018 thus far: the Bunnahabhain 14 year old Limited Release Pedro Ximenez Finish, bottled at 54.3%. Not only is it going to send sherry bomb addicts into a sugar-induced coma, it's going to have Macallan and Glendronach drinkers scrambling into an all-out bunker war for who can acquire the largest stash. Aged in refill sherry butts, then finished for three years in PX sherry butts (the sweetest sherry of them all), you immediately get a toffee-laden mouthful of dripping wet suppleness, bolstered by the sea salt of the Bunnahabhain brine. Imagine a big salted caramel in whisky form, oozing across your palate and sliding ever slow slowly down your gullet with each sip. Sounds pretty amazing, right? Take into consideration that this is an official distillery release, limited in quantity, immense in quality, and clocking in at a fantastic 108.6 proof, all for a hundred bucks. 

The question you should be asking yourself now is not whether to buy a bottle, but rather how many?

It's awesome, to say the least. I've been sipping on it for five straight days now and I've yet to get tired of it. Staunch Islay fans may lament the lack of heavy peat, but there's just the slightest hint of phenolic smoke on the finish, interlocked with all the dried fruits, sweet syrup, and creamy malt character. They only made 5900 bottles of this for the world and I've already drained two of them, so they're disappearing as fast as I can drink them. 

If you even remotely like sherry-matured single malt, you're going to want at least one bottle. However, if you're a serious sherry head I would strongly advocate for multiples. I can promise you you'll be kicking yourself down the road. The level of saturation and sweetness, coupled with the proof creates quite the harmonious balance. This is the type of whisky that got me excited about single malt in the first place more than a decade ago. If you haven't guessed already, I really, really like it. Bravo Bunnahabhain!

Bunnahabhain 14 Year Old PX Sherry Finish Single Malt Scotch Whisky $99.99

-David Driscoll

Monday
Jan152018

R.I.P. Delores O'Riordan 

Forty-six is way too young. Break out the Irish whiskey tonight and pour a little out for dear Delores. Her voice was always so powerfully haunting.

-David Driscoll

Sunday
Jan142018

Hidden Vegas

Now that I'm a part time Las Vegas resident, I've started receiving repeated questions from friends, co-workers, and customers alike asking about where they should eat "off the Strip" when they head out to Sin City. First off, I would never tell anyone to avoid Las Vegas Boulevard because it's a veritable wonderland of culinary delights, endless entertainment, and incredible cocktail bars. I love it. I'd go there every single night of the week if I had the energy and the liver space. If you're too cool for the Strip, maybe look into staying at the same hotel as the people who don't watch TV instead. I think it's right next door to the B&B for people who only drink alcohol because of the complex flavors, not to get a buzz on. You'll fit right in there.

However, if you're a veteran of all the major clubs and casinos, you've seen all the shows, and now you're looking for additional ideas beyond all the glitz and the glamour just to change things up a bit, I've got a great watering hole for you—literally. Head out to Summerlin and get onto Charleston, hang a left and make the drive to Red Rock. It's not far outside town; only about a fifteen minute ride from my front door to the park entrance. Go about ten and a half miles around the loop and park at the Pine Creek Trail lot. Make sure you've got a tall can of beer or a bottle of white wine, then start walking. 

It's all open desert for the first mile or so, nothing but cacti, scattered brush, cottontail rabbits, and the sun blazing down upon you. As you get closer to the mountains, however, it begins to change dramatically. 

When you reach what looks like the foundation of an old house (and is), that's when you can start to hear the water. Believe it or not, there's a pure mountain creek running through the middle of what you thought was the dry, barren Mojave desert. That's why old Horace Wilson originally homesteaded here in 1920: it's close to water! What's left of his house still remains for hikers like you and me to ponder over, marking what was likely once a beautiful place to live.

The deeper you go past the Wilson homesite and into the canyon, the greener and fuller it gets. It starts to look more like Yosemite than the desert terrain you saw only minutes earlier. When you get to what looks like a triangle shaped campground, hang a left towards the sound of the water and begin making your way through the boulders, trees, and over what looks like a dry river bed. You'll get there if you listen closely to the rustling of the creek. 

When the clearing opens up into the rocky creek with its crystal waters running down towards your feet, pull that tall can out of your bag or coat pocket and plop it down in one of the numerous pools. If you're out in winter like we were today, it should get cold in ten minutes or less. There are dozens and dozens of great places to sit, take in the sights, and relax. Don't worry about the sun because you're deep enough into the canyon at this point so that the cliffs block out the heat. Let the trickle of Pine Creek calm your nerves and ease your senses, while you sip that cold brew in peace and solitude.

Once you've drained your beer, and finished the two-plus mile hike back to the parking lot, you're going to be hungry. Lucky for you, there are about 400 amazing breakfast spots between Red Rock and the Strip. I try and go to a different one every time I'm there. Today it was Rise and Shine on Flamingo. Man, did that bone-in ham steak hit the spot. From there it was a frozen Margarita crawl through Summerlin, bolstered by endless chips and salsa. There are countless scores of great places off the strip to sip those slushy delights. I can fill you in on those spots later if you're interested.

Needless to say, there's a lot going on in Las Vegas besides slots and shots. Most people think it's just a seedy cess pool in the middle of arid nothing, and I'm more than happy to let them go on thinking that. As a native Californian, I've heard countless people lament the idea of ever leaving the state or being forced to move from the Bay Area. "I would miss all the natural beauty," is a common utterance. I haven't missed it one bit because I've learned Vegas has some pretty special places. I've never been happier. 

-David Driscoll