Emerson, Boozer
Posted By Russ Emerson on February 27, 2004 at 11:46 pm
It’s been many years since my typical alcohol consumption has been more than a beer or two every month or two. I’ve often gone months without cracking open a cold one. I just don’t feel a need to indulge. Yes, I used to do the typical “go out once or twice a week with the guys” thing, but I got most of it out of my system before I hit my thirties.
Just because I don’t drink much doesn’t mean I’ve lost my ability to enjoy a good drink. Nothing could be further from the truth. Special occasions often call for a gin & tonic, for instance.
Other occasions (or no occasion at all) call for the angels’ own beverage of choice, uisge beatha, the water of life: single malt scotch whisky. And now, thanks to The Thirsty Traveller, I’ve found my own little corner of Nirvana: the Scotch Malt Whisky Society (and, of course, its U.S. chapter.)
Now, North Carolina has a lot of rules and laws about alcohol carried over from Prohibition days. Here, for instance, the only place to buy anything stronger than wine is at a state-operated store. Oddly, while you can buy Everclear at the “ABC Store,” you can’t get potent varieties of beer anywhere in the state. If you want to special-order a particular libation they don’t normally carry, you have to order an entire case. I presume there are other states with similar laws and operations.
One of the services of the Society is a sort of “bottle of the month club.” The world’s finest scotch whiskies, at full cask strength (the stuff you buy in the stores is diluted before bottling), picked by experts and delivered to the Society member. I can’t wait to join.
Sadly, one of the rules here in NC is that mail-order liquor must be shipped to one of the state stores for pickup, rather than directly to the buyer’s address. On second thought, maybe that’s a good thing. I couldn’t drink a whole bottle every month.
But right now I think I hear a glass of Glen Garioch calling my name.