I just got back from a trip to London, Ontario. I was staying with my sister-in-law and her new boyfriend asked me to join him for a whisky tasting dinner that he puts on once a month for about 40 guys in a local pub called the Waltzing' Weasel. Usually it is single malt scotches they sample but this month it was Irish. They are up in the $200 a bottle range and have sampled over 100 single malts. Most of the guys who attended were Profs from the local University, Doctors and Lawyers.
What a fun night it was but these guys drink way too much even for me!
My consumption was 3 pints of Smithicks (Irish draft bitter and my favourite beer) and 6 glasses of Irish Whiskey. By the end of the evening I was feeling no pain. That came next morning.
I was seated opposite a nice guy who turned out to be a Lutheran Pastor. This guy could drink like a fish and attends every tasting. At one stage, after tasting a 20 year old Jameson ($90 a bottle) he declared that he could detect the taste of leather. I don't know why but I chipped in and said "and perhaps a hint of whip". That brought the house down and the pastor laughed the hardest.