I’m always interested in stuff that people are ridiculously excited and passionate about, even if I don’t (currently) share their affections . I kind of feel like I’m missing out somehow – except when it comes to mushrooms – they are heinous little things that grown in dark, damp places and really should just remain there.
But in case you weren’t aware, the North of Scotland really is the Rome of the world of single malt whisky. If you swing by the whisky trail of Speyside, you’ll find more than half of Scotland’s malt whisky distilleries, each with its own warm welcome and an invitation to see, smell, taste and absorb the magic of whisky.
I was there recently and thought I’d take the opportunity to visit the Mecca of said whisky empire by driving to the Glenfiddich distillery in the hope of seeing what all the fuss is about.
If you’re anything like me, you may love the packaging and the philosophy of whisky – the history and the culture – but you might not have quite acquired that very unique taste for whisky that, I’m realising, has to be more about nurture than nature.
Here are some pictures of my morning jaunt to Glenfiddich.