I’ve always been of the opinion that you should never be the loudest person in the room. This belief rings true for both appearance and conversation. While choosing attire to make a statement can be construed as amateurish, boldly oversharing your thoughts, opinion, and past experiences parades you as arrogant, more so foolish, because there is always someone in the room who knows more than you do.
A topic the fool most often overshares in is that of alcohol, specifically wine, and more recently whisky. Wine wankerism is something we’ve all encountered in the past, a concept that has spawned many a wine blogger and enthusiast devoted to softening the wine conversation. Unlike the wine wanker, who sticks to a particular region or brand (Penfolds being the prime example), the whisky wanker deems him/herself too good for blended whisky, strictly reserving their palate for single malts, and I’ve got no time for it whatsoever.
I climbed into an Uber the other night, and somehow we ended up conversing about our mutual appreciation for whisky, and the inevitable question ‘what whisky do you like to drink?’ was asked. My answer is always the same, ‘I just like drinking whisky, you?’
The drivel that came out of my Uber drivers mouth on this occasion was enough for a single star rating.
“Well, I only drink Single Malts firstly.”
“Preferably 18 years or older.”
Why? I ask.
“I just prefer the taste.”
Why? I ask.
And that’s where it stops.
Half these morons don’t even know what they’re talking about and the other half muddle word’s like ‘refined,’ ‘character’ and ‘style’ into whatever ear-jarring waffle they can think of at the time.
Single malts and blended whiskies are different, they’re meant to be different, thus they should be appreciated in different ways. Not dismissed because they’re considered to be inferior to single malts which are produced in smaller numbers.
If you don’t like drinking blended whisky, don’t tell me you love whisky. Just because I’ve had the pleasure of drinking 50 YO Macallan or 35 YO Port Ellen doesn’t mean I don’t love a shot of Jameson after a Pabst Blue Ribbon can in a Lower East Side dive bar at 3pm in the afternoon.
Don’t come at me with your fucking conditions, it’s unconditionally or it’s not at all.
The Uber driver went on to gasp as I told him I was partial to a cup of Johnnie Walker Black label, and more so when I told him how I enjoyed drinking it on sunny days, filled to the brim of a plastic cup full of ice.
If I love Talisker, Lagavulin, and Cardhu individually, why wouldn’t I love them blended together in Johnnie Walker Black Label? One could argue that a blend of these three delicious drams (and 30 odd others) was in fact, superior. Ever thought about that?
Old mate then goes on to tell me how he’d spent a recent weekend driving to Muslim areas of Sydney to buy up as many bottles of Aldi’s own 18 YO as he could find.
Alright, Mr Champagne tastes on a Passion Pop budget.
I gazed beyond my glass tomb, nodding intermittently as he continued to ramble about how exceptional the bottle was, sourced from an undisclosed distillery, in an undisclosed area, with an undisclosed history – purchased from a budget supermarket chain, no less.
As he spoke, I thought about intervening but chose to let the fellow continue embarrassing himself.
When I said above, there’s always a guy in the room who knows more than you, in many cases it’s me. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve bitten my tongue as some drongo has attempted to position himself as the most knowledgeable person in the room, on a topic they clearly know nothing about.
This website has provided me with more money can’t buy experiences across every category, and consequent knowledge from those, than anyone could ever imagine. Not to mention, on the wine wanker point, that I’ve grown up tasting, drinking and learning about wines that your average enthusiast would have a conniption just thinking about.
I’m not telling you this to toot my own horn; I’m telling you to make a point. Despite having a grassroots understanding of a plethora of topics, in the grand scheme of things, I barely know a thing. There’s always more to learn, and always someone who knows more about a topic than I, or you do.
So next time you’re in an Uber, at an event, or a dinner at an acquaintance’s house, pause before you speak and try opening your ears instead of your mouth, you may end up taking away some more positive than your own deflated ego!
If you’re keen to drink Whisky and be merry with the TVG team, join us for our First Annual Paper Plates whisky degustation dinner in Sydney on the 14th of December. Head to the TVG Store for tickets!