Whisky Live
Ian Mitchell
On Saturday 26th November the Revolution Restaurant near Paveletskaya was host to what is becoming one of Moscow’s more entertaining fixtures, the annual Whisky Live festival of malt, magic and madness, which takes place in the autumn, when the leaves are the colour of well-matured spirit. Inside the cavernous venue the skirl of the pipes, the yips and yells of the drinkers and the general dashing around of everyone still able to dash around while they tried to find the perfect malt amongst the thirty or forty distilleries who were exhibiting made a number of heads swirl. “Och, a peaty wee dram, I’d say!” alternated with, “I really like the Glenfiddich 12- year old. Have you tried that yet?” Others were struck almost dumb with amazement at the range of whiskies and, most importantly of all, how different they all tasted. No wonder the craze for malt whisky has gone world-wide. It is a world of nearly infinite choice. My own favourite was the one served in the wonky glasses, which made you feel as if you were standing at an angle. If you did lurch over then they looked just right, which is roughly how whisky should be taken: laid back, or side-ways. Moderation in all things, they say, except moderation— and whisky!
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