The Whisky Stroll

We keep saying how eeky Lan Kwai Fong and Soho are, and we need to get out of this area. Don't quite like the scene. Too old to be gingerly skipping over drunks and puddles of puke. The ground floor pubs are quite unsavory. Not sleazy, just distasteful. But we keep coming back to certain bars dotted across the area. Haizzzz. Next visit, need to spread out further. Of course we hopped into the shiny The Blck Brd, then ended the night at the comforting Angel's Share. In the middle, we ate very good grub at both bars. That was dinner spread over 4 hours. Heh.

We weren't that keen on The Blck Brd, but it was for a quick look and drinks with one portion of the friends who had to scoot off for dinner appointments. See lah, this is what happens when we hop into town at this very last minute, forcing friends to juggle schedules to fit us in. We feel the love! Had a nose of an easy Oban 14 y.o before strolling over to the next stop.

At Angel's Share, we were all curious to try its special bottling of the season, a single cask of a 1997 Highland Park 14 y.o, from the barrel. It's got all the characteristics of a Highland whisky- smooth, easy, a little citrusy. I've never been able to discern the smoke in a young Highland Park. To me, it's not that peaty. Just a hint. Nice. We had nothing else but this expression for the rest of the night. It made for a dangerous sort of imbibing though. Everyone of us was scheduled for a 7am start the next day, so we watched the volume of drams rather closely. Heh.