Laphroaig 10

Happy Whiskey Wednesday, wankers.

Today I've got a real classy veshch, an Islay Scotch that many use as a gateway sip to coax their bourbon based buds or otherwise un-ascendant allies into the wild wild south-west (for Scotland) of peaty, briney badassery that is the Islay touch; this prestigious firegold is none other than the Laphroaig 10 Year Single Malt.

The Laphroaig 10 has a lot of interesting things going for it. For a starter, it's not quite as bold and up front as something like an Ardbeg, but at the same time it brings to the table something different; an almost mouth numbing sensation (and taste) of iodine, salt, and smoke... But stay with it for a bit, let it get to know you, and you it, and you'll be able to pull some fresh fruits and citrus from the depths of Davey Jones' locker.

Now, that's all quite a grim description for the Laphroaig, especially for those who are used to a 70/30 mix of Hawaiian Punch and Vodka, but hear me out. This beautiful bottle has a starry bit of class and wisdom to it, an arcane voice that whispers from the elder casks and darkest corners of the distillery, in the wind you can hear it faintly with each sniff, sip, and finish... "...Come to the peaty side... Embrace the brine..."

The Lapphroaig 10 is probably not for everyone. But it should be a whiskey that any admirer of the drink ought to try.