Distill my Heart!

No, not Butterscotch nor Buttergin.  There is nothing going on inside here, Mr Salt.  Just plain ol' awesome Scotch Whiskey!  Distilled right over the way in Scotland herself.  I'd like to say the second half of our trip but it really only lasted two days.  We jumped from one distillery to another in grand ole Speyside.  Even got a Cooperage slid in there as well.  But alas, they weren't all great...let's begin shall we?



Cardhu was the first stop...not a bad glass o tea!



Cardhu can only be bought at the distillery in Scotland.  Adhamh and Karla picked up a bottle for me out of the kindness of their hearts.  NOMS!  For those of you needing a history lesson, Cardhu Single Malt Whiskey is the one used in the blends that make up Johnny Walker.

As we were out and about in whiskey country, we came across Glenrothes Distillery by chance.  We didn't stop in because we had an agenda to hit but someday Baby Buttface will be heading back.  Anyone wanna take me?

Our next stop was Glen Grant.  Glen Grant is a bunch of GOOnes!!  ACK!!  It definitely does not make the Baby Buttface list of approved alcoholic beverages.  But here's some pics nonetheless:

And of course...no tour of whiskeyland would be complete without the source of its taste!  The Speyside Cooperage as interesting and smelled of delightful bourbon/whiskey tastiness!

Master Cooper hard at work

Ready to be shipped to the distilleries!



Adhamh even made a new friend there!



Now, of course, Baby Buttface saved the best for last.  The Glenfiddich brand has been a favorite of Karla's for years and years.  She introduced it to Adhamh and I must say I'm a true believer myself now that I've seen and tasted of it's wonderfulness.



The Glenfiddich Distillery, Dufftown, Scotland



Now, what Baby Buttface doesn't understand quite yet in this world is why people have the need to feel all artsy fartsy.  Why they have the need to push that retardation into places where it doesn't belong.  Glenfiddich apparently decides to host different artists each month and post distillery/whiskey-related artwork throughout their facility.  Take this for example:

appropriately titled "The Connoisseur"

And of course, when forced to look at such stoopid eyesores, Baby Buttface gives thanks that there is a Karla around to take the edge off:

Apparently, photos cannot be taken from down on the floor because of the amount of alcohol in the air.  If a camera were to give off a spark, the place could go up in flames.  You'd think Baby Buttface would've gotten a bit buzzed off it when we walked down in there but I got nuthin'.  HEY!  Maybe that means Baby's tollerance is building up!

another history lesson:  one of these bottles of 1937 Glenfiddich, the oldest bottle of whiskey in the world,
went in auction to some American (who'd never been to Scotland) for something like
$20,000.
http://blog.glenfiddich.com/2006/04/10/auction-for-the-worlds-oldest-bottle-of-whisky

We toured the distillery and all it's glory.  Afterward, we headed inside for a taste of the fine stuffs!  Karla is shown here with the "oh so tasty" face.  Note the shear, tearful happiness in her eyes which is moreso evident by the tell-all tongue poking its way out.

Thanks to our lovely tour guide who became fast friends with Baby Buttface!