60 Years of Single Malt Perfection

Max's boss has taught Max many things, one of them being to appreciate single malt scotch. Whenever Pops comes for a visit Max is always pleased to have a comrade to join him in this new appreciation.


For Monty's birthday we thought it would be fun to give him 60 years of scotch. Just for fun I checked how expensive a 60 year old bottle of scotch would cost. I found that a 60 year old bottle of Macallan was the most expensive scotch ever sold by Christie's auction. It went for $54,000. I found a bottle on eBay for $17,000. While we love Pops dearly, that just wasn't in the budget. So we opted to get 5 bottles of different 12 year old scotches. I wanted to wait until his actual birthday but Max figured Pops would get the most out of his gift he opened upon our arrival. Might have been a little self interest, but who am I to judge?
Monty has a way of calculating the cocktail hour by checking the time of loved ones near and afar. As luck would have it, London is 9 hours ahead of California time. It was always cocktail hour. :)
After the guys got back from a bike ride, the bottles started opening. Before too much scotch had warmed their bellies, I conducted a blind taste test. They ranked their favorites and described them. Jeanette described one of the scotches as I would describe all scotch, "Razor blades with a hint of nails." :)

Max then tried to name them by label. He mixed up the Glenlivet and the Glenfiddich but nailed the rest of them. I am thinking this is a bad thing. Interestingly, the one everyone ranked last in taste was actually the most expensive bottle. I can only imagine what that 60 year old scotch would taste like. Needless to say, this activity got the party started.
One of the highlights for the kids are snail races. They just love hunting for their snail, picking a number and marking the shell and watching them "race." This was as ritualistic as the scotch tasting over the week.
There is really nothing cooler than having your backyard open to water! We were able to go kayaking and canoeing whenever the tide was in.
We took a little birthday boating trip.
Hank was in his element. He could be outside playing as much as he wanted.
I think Pops and Gramma Nette should consider renaming the Villa the Garden of Eden. It is so lovely, beautiful and magical.
Paella was the perfect ending to a great day.
Anna had the funniest sign made for Pops. It reads, Go Gro or Go Home. If you know Pops, then you know about his tendency to go Aggro or getting a little aggravated with a splash of aggression tossed in during stressful times. Before big trips, or if things don't go as planned, or when time is running tight, Pops can be found racing around. He tends to bang things and in general have a wee bit of a freak out. We like to tease him that it is an adult temper tantrum. The sign will be a nice asset to his office that I am sure his fellow employees will appreciate.
Pops is such an important guy in our lives. We love him dearly and are so thankful for his 60 years.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Such a nice post. Looks like you all had a fabulous time.