So is Leanne going to post the interview of them drinking whisky together tomorrow for World Whisky Day or is it just a tease for something in September??
I would lower your expectations and then maybe lower them a little more. It could be a photo of the three of them holding glasses of whisky. It could be a new exclusive, limited edition, open your wallets Outlander whisky. It could be anything. It’s the teasing that gets old. Stop holding promotion over our heads and taunting us.
EXCLUSIVE: 'Outlander' Stars Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe Play a Whisky-Filled Game of 'Never Have I Ever!'
Bottoms up, Outlander fans!
With the premiere of season three still four months away, we know that the Droughtlander has everyone feeling especially parched these days, so we’ve got something that will make you feel practically drunk with delight.
Entertainment Tonight teamed up with Starz and traveled over to the Outlander set in Scotland to sit down with stars Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe for a series of exclusive interviews and games.
And since today is World Whisky Day, we thought the best way to celebrate would be with a whisky-filled game of “Never Have I Ever” and Heughan and Balfe spilling salacious secrets along the way!
Hope you have a lovely day. Enjoy the fourth part of your gift!
Dinner was never to be. Nor
coffee. Nor meeting for breakfast. Nor any of the plans they tried to make. Dr. Randall had been livid to find Claire in
the Lounge and ripped her to shreds. She
stood and took it, all the while seething, her eyes boring into him with all
the hatred she could muster. She tried
to sidle past him without looking him in the eye. Bloody basilisk that he was, she would have
turned into stone.
She didn’t have time to dwell on Jamie. She was working 12 hours shifts, 3 days in a
row, with only one day off in between. Claire
was numb with exhaustion, and became more gaunt as the weeks went on. Everyone knew it was wrong. But no one dared
cross Dr. Randall and take a shift for her.
Jamie, on the other hand, was crazy with frustration. Every time his phone pinged, he leapt on it
hoping it was a text from Claire saying she’d had a change of plan. It got to the point where Jenny was making
everyone put their silenced phones in a basket during a meeting. Ian found it utterly hilarious. Three weeks had passed and he hadn’t heard her
voice or seen her face. The few times he
actually called her she hadn’t answered.
And when she’d called him back, it had been when his phone was in a
sister-imposed lock down.
With the holidays fast approaching, all hands were on deck to
launch the new line of Fraser wines, as well as a specially matured whisky, which
was why they were all at the Distillery taste testing.
Jenny and Jamie’s Uncle, Dougal Mackenzie was COO of the
Distillery. A brother to their late mum,
he was world renowned in the whisky business.
His taste buds were legendary, and his nose was sensitive to every
nuance that swirled up from his glass.
They all agreed the whisky was perfect.
Smokey, with a hint of oak, and pear, it slid down the throat smooth as silk.
“It’s a gem!” exclaimed Dougal.
“No question. It’ll win awards,
and bring lots of attention to the House of Fraser.”
Jamie closed his eyes as he rolled the alcohol around in his mouth
savoring the flavours and texture. It
was delicious. He felt the warmth in his
throat on its way down, and the warm blush it created as it settled in his
stomach. He held his glass up to the
light and felt his gut tighten. The new
batch was the exact colour of Claire’s eyes.
“Now. On to the wines.”
Dougal announced. He cleansed his palate
with water and a few bites of cheese and crackers. “I’m surprised at the two of ye,” he said,
taking in his niece and nephew.
“Scotland isn’t known for its wines.”
“Ye know well why we’re doing this,” admonished Jenny. “That vineyard Murtagh found in Wales is just
the right size for what we want to do.
Won’t produce very many bottles, but what it does produce we’ll be able
to get top dollar. The grapes are
excellent. And we need to grow the
Murtagh smiled. He was
Jamie’s godfather, and had been involved in the company for a long time. He
oversaw all of the farms that grew the barley, rye and wheat needed for the
whisky and when he stumbled upon this vineyard on holiday, Jamie and Jenny
trusted his intuition regarding diversifying into wines.
The afternoon continued with the tasting, and assessing. It was
excellent wine, and they all left the meeting feeling good about holiday
sales. But instead of going back to the office,
Jamie grabbed a bottle of the red and decided to go home.
Lost in his thoughts on the way to his flat, Jamie dug his house
key out of his pocket. It took a moment
for the strange sound to register. It
sounded like….was someone crying? As he
rounded the stairs he noticed keys and a wallet on the landing. At the base of the stairs lay what looked
like a lipstick tube. Looking up he
noticed the bag that had been upended with its contents scattered.
And there, on the stairs, head on her arms,
sobbing, was Claire.
He flung his backpack from his shoulder, heedless of his computer and
the wine bottle inside, and bolted up the stairs two at a time.
“Claire. Sassenach, what’s
wrong? Did ye fall?” He placed a hand on her back and felt the
bones of her ribs. Christ, she was thin. Was she
sick? Sitting on the stair below her
he stroked her hair, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rousing her
enough to lift her head. God, she was pale with dark circles under her
And she was burning up.
“Shhhhh,” he whispered.
“I’m here.” She dropped her head
to his shoulder and let loose a gut wrenching sob that broke his heart.
“Ah, mo graidh” She sounded so forlorn. He wrapped his arms around her, rocking
slowly. And then, without really
thinking he picked her up in his arms and carried her down the stairs. Key still in his hand, he unlocked his flat
and carried her through to his bedroom.
He set her down long enough to throw back his covers (why had he
never picked up his room?) then helped her sit.
He untied her trainers, and pressed her back so that she lay down. When she rolled away from him and curled up
into a tiny ball, his heart shattered.
He covered her up, left the room leaving the door ajar so he could hear
her, and went back out into the hall to recover their things.
He was watching a rugby game he’d recorded from the weekend. The sound was off so he could listen for
Claire. He glanced at the clock on the
wall, 11:00 p.m. She’d been asleep for 4
hours. He checked in on her a couple of
times and she still felt warm to the touch.
Her phone rang around 8:00 and he’d had a long conversation with
Mrs. Fitz. After listening to Jamie she
assured him that Claire would have the next four days off. He was ordered to keep her there, give her
plenty of fluids as she may be dehydrated, let her sleep whenever she wanted
and to make her eat. He hung up and texted
his sister to say he’d be working from home for the next few days. No need to fill her in. He’d rather avoid the inquisition that would
come his way.
He was just settling himself on the sofa with an extra pillow and blanket
when he heard her stir in his bedroom.
He was at the doorway in seconds.
She was sitting up, eyes glazed from fever, and her hair a glorious mass
of curls. She seemed disoriented until
she caught sight of him.
“Hi, Jamie.” she whispered, and pushed her hair back.
He smiled at her child-like voice.
“Sassenach. How do ye feel?” A Dhia,
she was beautiful.
“Cold.” Still had a fever then. “And kinda hungry. And I need to pee.”
He showed her to the bathroom, and then went to make her something
to eat. When he came back with some butternut squash soup that Mrs. Crook, his
childhood housekeeper had made for him, she was crawling back into his
bed. He had just enough time to notice
she had taken off her scrubs. She was
wearing a tee shirt and a pair of hot pink panties that hugged her round arse before
she flipped the covers over herself.
Fraser. Setting down the bed tray he
handed her the cup of soup. She sipped
it and smiled. “Mmmmmmm. Warm.
“Mrs. Fitz said to keep yer fluids up.”
She flinched at that. “Oh,
God. My job. I’ve missed my shift!”
“Easy, Sassenach. Ye’ve
been removed from the schedule for the next four days. She said it would give the other nurses a
chance to earn a living.”
relaxed at that, and took another sip.
She rubbed his comforter.
“This is a nice coverlet. It’s
“Fraser colours.” he said.
“It my family’s tartan.”
Claire closed her eyes and handed him the half empty cup. “I’m so cold!” She leaned back and burrowed under the covers. He took the tray to the kitchen and returned
with some fever reducer. Helping her sit
up to take the pills and drink the water, he took a moment to brush the hair
from her face. She grabbed his hand and
“Help me, Jamie. I’m
cold.” She really was shaking. Hard.
“Claire. I don’t have
another blanket. The only one I’ve got, I need for sleeping.” Maybe he could run to her flat and grab
one. He was casting about for her keys
when he heard her speak.
He froze. Of course. That would work. Mary,
Michael, and Bridewhat the hell was
he getting into.
“Please.” She sounded close
So, weak as he was, he slid under the comforter. Jamie, lad, just
until she falls asleep.
burning up, but feeling him behind her she turned and tucked herself under his
chin. Her breath was warm on his throat, and her legs tangled with his. His reaction was immediate. He tried to scoot his hips back so as not to
assail her with his juvenile reaction to her closeness, but she whimpered and
took hold of his tee shirt in her delicate hands. Her fingers twisted into the fabric to hold him
swore. This is going to be a long night.
The Scots are famous for their whisky, but will be licking their wounds this week after a Japanese single malt was named the best in the world.
Yamazaki Single Malt Sherry Cask 2013 was given the title by the 2015 World Whisky Bible, which is compiled by whisky expert Jim Murray.
He praised the whisky as “near indescribable genius”, with a “nose of exquisite boldness” and a finish of “light, teasing spice”, giving it an impressive 97.5 marks out of 100.
This year marks the first time in the book’s 12-year history that a Japanese whisky has landed the title.To add insult to injury, not a single Scotch managed to make the final five shortlist.
The winning whisky comes from Japan’s oldest malt whisky distillery Yamazaki, which was established in 1923.
The drink, of which only 16,00 bottles have been made, is aged in Oloroso sherry butts for around 12 to 15 years, giving it what Murray called a “nutty, thick, dry [taste]… as rounded as a snooker ball”.
Scans - [Excerpt of a] Letter from George in Los Angeles, 1964; George, Ringo and John with Jayne Mansfield, the WHisky a Go Go, Hollywood, Los Angeles, 1964
Scanned from Living in the Material World
The letter reads:
us very welcome. Tonight we were invited to Burt Lancasters house to see the new Peter Sellers film ‘A Shot in the dark,’ and Paul and I went. He was great, just like in the films, and we enjoyed the film.
After that the man from General Artistes (who are organizing the tour, wanted us to go to this place called 'Whisky a Go Go’ on Sunset Strip and they said it would be great and we wouldnt be bothered.
Got there and went in and fought our way (with Mal and a few big hard men) to a table where John and Derek were and Jayne Mansfield.
By this time, after fighting through the crowd I was annoyed and I threw some Coke on a camera man.
After that we all fought our way back out, and jumped in a car and went home. It was a drag and we were in there for about 10 minutes altogether.
You see why we dont usually bother going out now, because its no fun, and soft gits like Mansfield try and get a bit of publicity out of us.
Col. Tom Parker, Elvis’s manager came to see us and gave us all real leather belts and holster sets (cowboy things) and little covered wagons which are television lamps. He was good too, and said Elvis wants to meet us, and has invited us to his house in Memphis Tennessee, but we wont be able to go, I dont think.
The ‘World’ category is currently one of the fastest expanding areas of whisky both in terms of production, popularity and now quality. Countries you wouldn’t normally associate with its production are now not just producing whisky, but fantastic ones at that! Take for example the Tasmanian whisky, Sullivan’s Cove, whose French Oak cask was just named the best single malt in the world.
Proponents such as Dominic Roskrow have dubbed these 'New World whiskies’ in a nod to the new/old world wine tradition. But unlike wine, these whiskies should be treated almost as a different spirit. In the same way that you wouldn’t compare Scotch to Bourbon, you should treat these whiskies as their own unique drink. To paraphrase Dom at a tasting of his I once attended: “You can make whisky in one of two ways; you can try and do it like the Scots… and you will probably fail because you can’t do it as well as them, or you can make it your own way, using local production methods and ingredients to create a unique but authentic whisky.”
This pretty much sums up the idea of world whisky as we know it today, just as Islay is known for it’s use of abundant peat, or the lowlands were known for triple distilled, delicate malts, hopefully these countries will one day be known for their idiosyncrasies in the same way.
Here are five of my personal favourites from around the world:
Bain’s Cape - South Africa - 43%
Distilled at the James Sedgwick distillery in Wellington, South Africa, this is a single grain whisky named after the man who built the first road there. Full of that fresh character that grain whisky gives, but surprisingly robust given that it’s a no age statement grain whisky. This deservingly picked up the best grain whisky prize at last year’s world whisky awards.
Nose: Full of fresh grains, toffee and Madagascan vanilla pods with subtle oak and nutty notes to boot.
Taste: Huge bourbon influence, continuing from the nose with toffee, vanilla and sugar-coated almonds. In addition, there’s new flavours of citrus zest and candied peels with just a hint of coconut.
Finish: Surprisingly long and a little fruity, dries out after a while leaving behind peppery oak and spices.
Filliers’ Goldlys 12 year old Amontillado finish - Belgium - 43%
From the Filliers’ distillery in Belgium, best known for their fantastic gins, this is labelled by them as a “double still whisky”, as it’s a mixture of grain and malt whisky from both pot and column stills. Similar in style to Irish blends, but utilising a wider range of grains; a particularly prominent rye spice character and the amontillado finish gives this a full and rounded flavour.
Nose: Spicy rye jumps out of the glass, carrying with it toasted oak notes of caramel and vanilla with subtle hints of sherry and dark fruits.
Taste: Sweet and richly sherried palate, full of wintery spices and dark fruits. Toffee apples and fizzy cola bottles bringing just enough sweetness to offset the slightly herbal flavour.
Finish: Medium length, but quite full. A little bit spicy and slightly sweet. Almost like brown sauce.
Discovery Road Smile - Dutch Rye - 46%
From world whisky writer Dominic Roskrow’s Discover y Road range, showcasing what he’s categorised “new world whisky”, from countries you wouldn’t normally associate with single malts. This rye whisky from Zuidam distillery in the Netherlands is a superb and really interesting whisky, my personal favourite from the Discovery Road range.
Nose: Reminiscent of Irish pot still whiskey as much as rye at first, a gristy, cereal body to the nose with vanilla toffee and pine sap. After a moment the rye makes itself known in the form of dried apricots and nutmeg.
Taste: Creamy and well rounded mouthfeel, peach melba, toasted oak and spicy rye all play a part backed by a subtle liquorice note.
Finish: Medium long, and proving its rye spice credentials throughout. Dusty mulled wine spices and toasted oak linger.
Amrut Fusion - India - 50%
So named as it is produced using a combination of Indian and Scottish malted barley – a fusion of countries as it were. Jim Murray named it his 3rd best whisky in the world in 2010, and it’s easy to see why. Between its Indian climate maturation and 50% ABV, it’s a hugely powerful and rich whisky which boasts great value for its modest price tag.
Nose: Big, heavy and creamy nose full of barley sugar, rich oak spices and a gentle peat and citrus note.
Taste: Lovely and full palate, rich oak spices and ripe fruits dominate initially, followed by the peat which brings with it bitter cocoa powder and a slightly herbal flavour as well.
Finish: Very long, hot finish with big spice notes and a lingering citrus sweetness.
Spirit of Hven - Sweden - 45%
Named Dubhe, after the second brightest star in the Big Dipper constellation, this is the first even Island single malt from Sweden, Hven is just off the coast, between Sweden and Denmark. Matured in a combination of American, Spanish and French Oak this is a rich, deeply complex and totally unique whisky not to be missed!
Nose: Syrupy and yet dry and spicy at the same time. Bursting with vanilla, red apples, cherries and oak notes. After a moment or two in the glass a soft smoke aroma develops, with a hint of liquorice.
Taste: More of the vanilla and orchard fruit notes from the nose, alongside more subdued and gentle spices. The smoke flavour is a little drier and grassy now, offsetting a creamy milk chocolate and raisin sweetness.
Finish: Long and peppery finish, still some sweet and brown sugar lingers, but dried out by spices and oaky tannins.
All in all, I’m completely sold on the idea of 'New World’ whisky. Each of these is just one of many fine examples of the spirits coming from countries like these and more. Whilst I’m not going to say they’re better than Scotch whisky… that’s precisely the point. They’re not better, they’re not worse, they’re differently delicious!