Glenfiddich
Being single in the city, you grow weary of going on the same dinner date over and over, the only difference being the name of the company where your potential paramour works. To this end, I refuse to go on any more dinner dates (shit get's expensive!) and until I eventually give in and start going to AA, I much prefer the casual post-work drinks date. But even that can get a little boring. So last night I took my possible future ex out to an event I'd registered for, a Glenfiddich tasting held in the vaults of The Old Mint, just a few blocks from my apartment.
Entering into the catacombs of the building, we were greeted by dim lighting and restored brick walls. Gentle house music filled the corridor as we walked between the vaults to either side.
In the first one, we sampled the 12 year single malt whiskey, which featured a smooth, fruity overtone.
You know I love a good hors d'oeuvre and fortunately the event did not disappoint.
Brass lighting fixtures cast a gentle glow against the age brick of the vaults.
Originally constructed in 1874, the building housed reserves until closing in 1937. Also known as the Granite Lady, in 1961 it was declard a National Historical Landmark and is the future home of the Museum of the City of San Francisco. In the interim, its vaults are rented out as an event venue.
Next up was the 15 years aged sample, which was my favorite. The delicate taste literally evaporated on my tongue.
We made casual conversation, found some common ground, made some jokes, got to that intimate proxemic zone and finally ventured to the variety that had been aged 18 years just the way I like my men.
A man in a kilt took this opportunity to inform us that Glenfiddich, still owned and operated by the original family who had started the brand was celebrating its 125th year anniversary. The main visual of the night, the cask (below) was even decorated in Giants colors.
He further explained that the special select that we sampled below is referred to as a dram, a beverage given to a visitor once they entered your home in a traditional show of Scottish hospitality.
I loved the intimate yet historical feel of the venue, and the date wasn't half bad either. I let him walk me home the whole 2 blocks before telling him good night. Sure he was really handsome but a boy's gotta learn self-control at some point. But when the single malt is this good, denying yourself of one type of physical satisfaction is a concession I'm willing to make.