There's an old comedy bit by Dave Chappelle where he talks about how he likes to get high with white guys because when they get high, they only talk about other times that they got high ("dude, remember at Frank's last week? I was smashed man! two shots of Jager, tequila, four bong hits, man, beer, cheeseburger."). Whatever your thoughts on his comedy, it's applicable here, because in this entry, I'm going to talk about the last time I got really very drunk. It doesn't happen often. Generally speaking, I'm good at cutting myself off before we get there these days, but this past Sunday, it was both Halloween and NFL game day. So while my dad was coming over to watch the game, my brother-in-law was also coming over to watch the game and go trick 'r treating with my wife and my kids. I, on the other hand, was assigned the duty that night of handing out candy; I, also, was dressed up as The Dude from Big Lebowski, so yes, there are White Russians in my tale, but they don't enter into this until later.
Given that both my dad and my brother-in-law are scotch fans, and given that I'd just picked up the Laphroaig 2021 Cairdeas release, we were leading with that as the main feature of the day. Since I didn't want to deplete the whole bottle (and believe me, the three of us could have killed it, even at cask strength, that afternoon), I decided I'd got two pours of Cairdeas (measured out with shot glasses) to cover the first and second quarters. Then we'd switch to Green Spot Montelena to bring it down a notch but still remain high quality. My dad had brought along Glenmorangie 10, so we threw that in after the Montelena. Then, with a glass of Zaya 16 Rum thrown in for good measure, we moved to Lot No. 40 Rye. At this point, my dad tapped out. "If I have any more, I'm not going to be awake for when the trick 'r treaters come," he said. And I maybe should have taken heed, but hey, we were getting into now, and my brother-in-law was up for more, so, he asked, what else do you have?
Now forgive me for being a novice when it comes to Japanese whisky here. It tends to be on the expensive side, so the only other I've had, prior to my experience with the Mars Iwai 45 was Suntory Toki. But of course, when I was down the ocean this summer and had access to a store with brands they don't sell in my region, I spotted the Mars Iwai 45, and though I didn't pick it up on my first trip (where I nabbed New Riff Bottled in Bond Rye, Compass Box Peat Monster, Busker Single Pot Still, and the store pick of EC Single Barrel), I noticed it, and a few days later, decided to run across the 9th St. Bridge (OCNJ is a dry town, so the Circle Liquors is across the bridge in Somers Point) and pick it up. After all, Mars Iwai 45 made the 2020 Whisky Advocate Top 20, and it was only $33.99, and I certainly wasn't going to find it back at home in my own state. So, I added it to my collection, and there it sat unopened, until Halloween 2021, when my brother-in-law said, "What else you got?"
By this point in the evening, I wasn't going big in terms of opening one of the grand bottles I've been saving for occasions. After all, I'd already done some damage to my palate and wasn't in a position to rate something of high quality...you know, give it deep thought. So, I riffled through my closet where I keep my collection and settled on this one. And my brother-in-law was over the moon about it. And his excitement was infectious. "A vanilla bomb!" he called it. "Complex!" And I got in the game, "Definitely delicious! Nice and fruity!" And then when we'd had our glass, I put the bottle away and on top of all that whisky, started making White Russians while he left with my wife and his wife and my sister-in-law, who'd showed up, to form a posse and go off hunting for candy (don't worry, the rest of them weren't drinking so my children were, in fact safe).
Well, cut to a few days later, and this is why you can't always trust initial impressions at a tasting when you've just have four other pours. Is the Iwai complex? Is it delicious? Is it a vanilla bomb? Yes and no. Tasting it again with my wits about me, I don't find it particularly complex. The Whisky Advocate write up described it as bourbon-like, but I'm not getting that at all here. Rather, if you blinded it and handed it to me, I'd say it's one of the finest blended Irish whiskies I'd ever tasted. Up there with Writer's Tears but better. Certainly better than your standard Tully or Jameson. And this is mainly because the predominant characteristics are vanilla and fruits like apple and pear. The reason I'd take it over most Irish blends is it doesn't have the harsh bite at the end Tully and Jameson have, and while I can enjoy the spiciness of Writer's Tears in the finish, that's $7 more a bottle than this. So, while I'm sitting here comparing this to Irish whiskies, I'm wondering how it compares to other Japanese whiskies. From what I've read, my understanding is that it's not necessarily characteristic of the Japanese style excepting in that it's delicate, soft on the palate. But if other Japanese whiskies are anything like this, I am looking forward to exploring.
As for handing out candy, there were a handful of other dads who came through with their kids and understood what I was supposed to be. The kids didn't get it, nor would I expect them to. To most people, wearing my bathrobe, pajama pants, and a white undershirt with sunglasses on, I looked like I'd just rolled out of bed at 5 PM with a hangover and went to hand out candy as I was. When my wife got home, she took over. I went back inside, and though it was only 8 o'clock, I put on a Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode and passed out on the couch. So, that was the last time I got drunk, and it was fun, and it raised the quality of this Iwai up a notch over where it actually falls, but hey, ain't nothing wrong with that. I had a hell of a good time.
The Dude abides, man.
The Dude abides....