If you don't know a kilt wearing Master of Whisky, we're inclined to say things like "Poor you!", "Terrible shame!" and "There was a kilted Master of Whisky at the District Lounge on April 21, 2011, where were you?"
We're not going to say any of those things, though because that's snooty and because we realize that foul mouth never won fair Scotch drinker; well-seasoned or new. So instead, we'll do our best to entice you to join us next time.



If you can’t tell from the photos, The District Lounge is swanky. I snapped my fingers to a jazz trio on my way into the Scotch tasting room.
The table was set and the whisky was already poured when I arrived. The smell of Scotch greeted me in one big gust. What a way to be welcomed! Lucky me to have the opportunity to taste with Breck Taylor in an intimate setting with a small, enthusiastic group.
Having volunteered at the Hopscotch festival, I recognized Breck immediately. The Scottish garb helped a little as you can see in the first photo.
Now here is a man who enjoys his work. He’s part educator, part history buff (take this guy with you to trivia!) and part performer. Mostly, he is a scotch enjoyer as is evident by the comments he makes after tasting. Particularly: “Mmmm. I love my job.” That's a direct quote.
Now the most important thing, our scotch tasting list:
- Dalwhinnie 15 yr.
- Cragganmore 12 yr.
- Oban 14 yr.
- Lagavulin 16 yr.
- Johnnie Walker Green 15 yr.
The tasting was a four step process for each scotch. We tried each without water first, then with water.
The process went in this order:
- Smell
- Toast
- Taste
- Evaluate
To detect the nose the next time you try scotch, use this exercise that I learned from Breck:
First, place a drop of scotch into your palm with an eye dropper or spoon; then rub your palms together vigorously to burn off the alcohol. Once your palms begin to feel a bit sticky, bury your nose into your cupped hands and breath through your nose to smell with your mouth open.
Admittedly, I had trouble detecting the nose on any of the scotches, except for the Lagavulin. It may have been due to the scotch being poured thirty or so minutes prior to our tasting. I kept thinking, “Well, it smells like scotch.” Occasionally I could detect a hint of vanilla or caramel which comes from the oak barrels.
Tasting notes didn’t come easy to me either, which I found disappointing. I detected the caramel and vanilla that was so prevalent on most of the noses, but I had a hard time with peat and fruit.
You know what I need?
Practice, practice, practice.
The Lagavulin and the Oban were my favorites. I actually liked all of them, but I wasn’t overly impressed by the Dalwhinnie. I think I liked the Lagavulin the most because it had such a unique nose, taste and finish. I couldn’t help but be fascinated. I’m sure it didn’t hurt that this was the one scotch where I had no trouble detecting all of the notes that our little group discussed. “Band-aids”? Got it! “Old shoe”? Got it! “Oily nails”? Got it! “BBQ in your mouth”? Got it!
Sounds delicious, doesn’t it? It is unique and I probably want to like it just because it's weird (yes, you have permission to make fun of me). Anyhow, the Lagavulin is unique in the same way that beets are. Beets and Lagavulin are not for everybody and there are going to be haters always. Nevertheless I think it's great to try as many as you can and find one that bonds with you like a good childhood friend - you might end up making up silly songs together, you and your new friend Scotch. It will be just like playground days!
Between Breck's inexhaustible knowledge, the food (OMG! Great job, District Lounge!) and my delightful table neighbor, Glenda, my first scotch tasting was a fantastic experience. It was a great introduction to the world of scotch. I can even say Islay correctly now.
Join us next time.
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