I’m not particularly fond of Whisky, but I have been trying single malt whisky from time to time. I guess it’s something of an acquired taste.
There’s no finer substance than single malt whisky.
There’s enormous pleasure in a fine glass of single malt whisky. It’s not the pleasure of a new iPhone, or a car, or a fine meal – though it’s just as carefully made. No, it’s more like that satisfaction of managing to play the most difficult passage of the concerto you’ve been working on. Or finding the perfect phrase to prompt a tear from the reader’s eye. Or finally killing that end-of-level boss, I suppose.
It’s an earned pleasure. You’ve worked for it. Practice, practice, practice.
via Matt Gemmell
I guess I have much to learn.