With a magen david on the bottle, Bruichladdich wants to tell us something, but we’re not sure what.
Given abundant evidence to the contrary, why does the idea that Jews aren’t drinkers persist?
Since history is repeating itself from fashion to White House falsehoods, our whisky correspondent decided to sip the kind of blends that got splashed on 1970s rocks.
We were on vacation, staying at the Balmoral Hotel (where J.K. Rowling finished writing Harry Potter) and I was paging through the massive binder detailing their whiskies when my eye fell upon Glen Gordon.
No one apart from Hallmark actually cares about Father’s Day. It’s on the calendar so dads don’t whine about Mother’s Day.
Last week’s WhiskyFest was a salutary reminder that the corporate world has its sights firmly set on the 1% — and those American dreamers who aspire to join them.
For his inaugural whisky column, Scotch connoisseur Dan Friedman pits smoky Lagavulin 16 against the newly available Monkey Shoulder.
You know things are serious when Kiddush clubs are willing to give up their scotch.
In the summer of 2010 kosher-observant whisky drinkers were surprised to hear that the OU had just certified three scotches from the LVMH Group (Moët Hennessy - Louis Vuitton) — Glenmorangie Original, Glenmorangie Astar and Ardbeg. These were three among many with no hekhsher that had long been enjoyed by minyans and at Jewish celebrations across the world.