It may be a touristy thing to do, but heck - we WERE tourists, and it sounded like fun.
We booked the Platinum tour, and for the heck of it, added on the "Taste of Scotland" dining experience at the end. That took care of us for the evening, at least.
The tour starts out kind of kitschy - you're loaded into a barrel that takes you through the whisky-making process - but it actually provided some useful information along the way. There were a few points where the background noise drowned out the voice of the narrator, but other than that, it was a nice little ride.
You leave your barrel and climb some stairs to get to the lobby of the classroom. There, you can check out some additional information about whisky production - they detail the barrel-making process, the types of woods, the importance of water - before you're ushered into the classroom itself.
Each person has their own station around a u-shaped table. Each station comes equipped with one scratch-and-sniff postcard, one glass of water and two tastings of whisky.
The day we went, we were tasting varieties from Islay and Speyside in the room, and then had another tasting of a Highlands whisky at the end. Our guide, Roz, gave us a brief history of whisky production in Scotland before breaking down the differences in the four "main" locations (which are Highlands, Lowlands, Islay and Speyside). She had us use the scratch-and-sniff postcards (though, they're really rub-and-sniff) to get an idea of what we could be expecting from the tasting, then she had us sniff the actual Scotch before inviting us to take a sip of the sample.
Let me just say, I've never had Scotch before this day. I'm kind of a lightweight, and felt myself getting giddy off the fumes. She had us sniffing to pick out tones for so long, I was practically drunk. Giggling softly to myself, I obligingly took the tiniest of first sips when prompted.
Into the resulting silence, Roz said, "After you've taken a sip, take a second to savor it. No coughing."
One person coughed. Want to take a stab as to who that was? Yeah...me. I tried to hold it in, I swear. But, it was either cough it up or choke, and I chose to breathe. Everybody started to laugh, and I started to wish I had chosen choking, instead.
That stuff is strong. Roz and the others - including my husband - were discussing the different flavor notes they were picking up in the whisky. I was thinking, "All I get is alcohol."
The next dram was even worse - if you know anything about whisky, you'll understand when I say the next dram contained Speyside whisky. For those who don't know, it's like you're at a BBQ, and you're standing downwind of the grill. It was like taking a swig of liquid smoke. It was awful. Adding a bit of water did absolutely nothing for me.
The final tasting - which we took in their impressive whisky collection room - was of the Highlands variety, a 21 year aged whisky. This one I had no problems drinking or finishing. And of course, this bottle runs a cool £95 per bottle. Of course I handle the more expensive kind. Of course.
Though I still wouldn't call myself a whisky-aficionado (or even fan), I did enjoy the experience. Roz was patient and fun, and she had a lot of good information to give us. I loved the collection room - so many old bottles! - and all the little plaques they had up on the walls along the way. Yes, it's touristy, but it's fun.
Plus, you get a goody bag at the end of the night! Nothing wrong with that! read more