Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day. On 3/17/2015, at about 7 am local time, my father and I touched down in Dublin for our all too brief visit. In that time we covered many miles, decided to completely change the course of the trip toward the sunny south, and drank many a lovely dram. It is with this fond memory that I write now, looking back, and I hope looking forward to that lovely land, and those lovely people. To all ye over in Ireland, I raise a glass, sláinte!
Which leads us to tonight’s libations, The Irishman: Founder’s Reserve. My quick and distracted research (one laptop streaming Netflix and writing while browsing on the other like a master of the multi-task) leads me to a bit of information about The Irishman, first that the founder for which this is reserved is Bernard Walsh, father of the brand. I’ve also learned that the brand themselves does not do the distilling, rather they’re a 3rd party blend and bottle outfit, which doesn’t have the stigma in Ireland that it seems to have here. This blend, so the bottle tells me is a blend of 70% single malt and 30% single pot straight whiskey, which my fantastic internet pseudo-journalism tells me, may have at least partly been sourced from the famed Cooley distillery. I can prove none of that, and don’t really give a damn. What I care about is the taste, and this Irishman doesn’t let me down. I’ll cut the bullshit. Here it goes:
The nose leads with a strong wave of tart and mouthwatering green apple which really takes some cutting through, before you’re rewarded with softer honey notes and just the light hint of spice. The first sip cuts back that green apple immensely, leading strong on the honey, with a very warm pear pie thing going on about the mid-palate and bit of peppery spice on the finish, with just the right amount of burn. As it finish the warmth really hangs resilient on the tongue, with a clinging warmth to get you through a chill drizzly night. I happen to be typing in just such a night.
So, as you all paint shamrocks on your faces tomorrow and get right pissed, I beg of you to do one thing, to make the holiday a touch more Irish. Okay, a few things. One, don’t drink piss beer dyed green. Two, take a minute to sniff your drink, taste your drink, fuckin’ enjoy your drink. Finally, say cheers when they give you the drink and sláinte when they give it to you, that’s the proper way.