From: Scotland, Islay
Age: 12 Years
Cost: $46
43% Alc./Vol.
'onemalt' Rating: 6.5/10It is the New Year. The boxes from Christmas and Hanukkah are packed away, New Years resolutions are already being broken, and you can't wait to open that new 12 year bottle of scotch that you received for the holidays. Although tomorrow will be 9 degree Fahrenheit (-13 degrees Celsius for our rambling readers), warmth is still to be found! And an essence of nostalgia seems to be a growing in my writing style .
On the love of scotch and noble things, early January is a time to ruminate on the self. What is in store for me this coming year? Where will I be tomorrow? Who do I want to be this year? Perhaps most importantly: How did I get here? Thoughts as these have brought me to a point of reflection in my glass of light amber liquor:
Sentimentalism:
Forging deep emotional bonds
on contact
to animate and inanimate objects
Living life in the past
constantly.
You carry your memory on your back
You carry a heavy burden.
Willingly, with great joy.
Sentimental for yesterday, yestermonth,
yesteryear.
Attempting to recreate the past
in the present.
Quixotic, fool-hearty, Romantic.
You tilt at windmills.
Anticipation for the future baffles you
love baffles you
You write the script to your own life
and forget the words
Curiosity of your eulogy pulls you forward
and in that
You are nostalgic for tomorrow.
Next stop, nine-forty,
New York City
Palates Welcome,
CH/AZ
We are reading the sentimentalism poem albeit after comparing glenmorangie Quinta Ruban with Lasanta but what an amazing line "you write the script of your own life but forget the words"
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