You may have noticed that this magazine is more than a little interested in the world of fine wine and spirits. What can I say?We consider it our duty to honor and uphold the great traditions of the nineteenth hole. Plus we like to drink.
One of our continuing interests is single malt, which we report on in each issue through the efforts of Dominic Roskrow, who calls his Norfolk, England, writing and consulting company True Spirit. (If you think we’re obsessed with scotch, you should meet Roskrow.) I am continually amazed at the stories he brings us about spectacular new releases. This month he’s got two: a peaty Highlander from Ardmore (page 26) and a rare, single-cask thirty-three-year-old from one of his favorite distilleries, Ardbeg (page 32). I’ve often said that given the expanding variety of incredible courses available, there’s never been a better time to be a golfer; Roskrow is proving the same thing to be true for scotch lovers.
Elsewhere in this issue you’ll find Jeff Silverman identifying the best golf courses and whiskey distilleries along the Kentucky Bourbon Trail (page 84) and Eric Goodman sipping and swinging his way through Margaux (page 48). I suggest you round up your golf buddies for a road trip to the former and leave the latter story open on your wife’s bedside table.
I don’t think it’s necessary to go into all the reasons golf and spirits go so well together—if you don’t know, maybe you should try tennis. Nor do I believe anyone ought to select John Daly as a role model. I’m just observing, as many have before, that few pleasures in life are so well matched as a rousing round of golf and a good bottle shared afterward.
And finally, did you know that Old Tom Morris died after a fall in a clubhouse bar?It seems he got up to go to the gents and then fell down a flight of stairs to the wine cellar. The point is—well, actually there is no point. I just think it’s a good story to share at the nineteenth hole.