It's a Belgian castle in ruins that plucky tourists seeking dangerous urban adventure like to explore at their own risk.
I stared at this castle and strangely it reminded me of a frightening experience from my past: a cheap bottle of brandy. At a time in my life when I was young and stupid (not much different from the present) and during my initial exploration of whiskies, I bought the cheapest bottle of brandy I could find. I had read about brandy and cognac (a type of brandy) and wanted to know if it would lift my spirits? Instead, this amber liquid would haunt me for a very long time.
I wandered for quite a while until I found a rundown liquor store where I bought a couple different bottles, and this plastic bottle of Chemineaud 'Fine Brandy' with the twist-off cap. It was Boston in November! I remember it was a little way from the fancy homes of Beacon Hill. Lurch, the guy behind the counter, actually asked me for ID even though I was probably 40 at the time. Strange I thought, but so was he.
Anyhow, I sloshed my way back to the hotel, under the silver flicker of street lights, howling wind bent trees, through the stony stares of the homeless, and passed taxi drivers who pretended not to see me. As I splashed through puddles, clutching my quickly disintegrating brown paper bag, my thoughts drifted to Edgar Allen Poe and how he was found dead in a gutter much like the one adjacent to the street I was crossing. But, then I remembered that Poe died in Baltimore and I was in Boston and not a celebrated poet.
Back at the ironically named Liberty Hotel, which had formerly been a mid-19th century prison, I managed to return to my room without first being wrestled to the lobby floor by security.
I peeled off my Barbour, sat down at the hotel room's business desk with faux banker's lamp, reached for a plastic cup, poured some 'fine brandy' took a sniff and was hit with a strong billy-club of alcohol. I took a pull and my gag reflex quickly engaged as I tried to swallow. It was boozy. 'Boozy' is the exact word. Think rummy who lives in the woods, under a bridge or is a tenured windbag professor in a worn Donegal tweed jacket and you know what I mean.
The brandy was hot, ill-tempered and tasted of spoiled wine. Ughh, it can't be that bad, so again I took another sip and it was worse than the first, but a wave of warmth washed over me much like as a kid that first heave of car sickness during the stifling hot car drive to Grandmas or the heat and burn one feels before losing control of one's bowels in the midst of Bangkok traffic gridlock while riding in a rickshaw. Damn that overly friendly street vendor's pad thai!
Subsequent sips were no better. I tossed the plastic bottle into the sink and switched to McCallan 12 and all was well with the world.
After that traumatic and frightening experience with brandy, I avoided it for 13 years or so, until last week.
wine bar. Real life is a lot different than online life.
Deciding what bottle of wine for the dinner spurred a conversation that lasted 2 1/2 hours over rustic Italian food. Dinner over, wine bottle empty, it was time for a spirit. Whisky? Maybe. I glanced over the spirits list and saw little that excited me. Ballantine's? Never. Chivas 12. I can't. Simply to light and apple-like after the meal we just had. It had to be heavy. There was nothing and then I spied "Cognac." The evening had gone well. Did I want to ruin it with nasty brandy/cognac? The food had been great, ambience excellent, risk it all on bad cognac? Well, I did and ordered Hennessy V.S.O.P.
None, but the company says the eau de vie making up this cognac are aged 3 to 7 years.
Old wood, varnish, leather, black licorice.
Rounded, soft, viscous texture delivering spiced molasses, slight pomegranate, dark chocolate, honey and stewed prunes.
Oak, strawberries, milk chocolate and earth. I taste the terroir of the white wines that were distilled. Drying brown sugar/English fruit cake that is powerful and stays with you, providing warmth and flavor. Long finish.
Cognac is a long lost cousin to Scotch whisky. Cognac is very dry and acidic white wine that has been distilled twice in copper stills and then blended with other eau de vive and aged in French oak. When the distillate goes into barrels it is colorless and acquires its color and flavors from the wood. The result is similar to whisky but different. Very interesting. Kind of reminds me of good sipping rums but more complex.
On the issue of complexity, there is an interesting weaving of flavors. Maybe not as complex as many single malts, but interesting nonetheless.
For those of you who smoke cigars, Hennessy V.S.O.P. would compliment a Connecticut wrapper very well. I am thinking CAO Gold, The Griffin's, Perdomo Champagne, Nat Shermans or a discontinued Winston Churchill "Chequers."
This is not a cheap spirit. For the price you are assured smooth initial tastes of chocolates and fruit with honey and by the time of the finish, some orange rind and warmth that lasts. It is really a welcome drink in cold weather. Many a great fire side chat can start with a dram of this spirit. If you are a newbie to whiskies or cognac, do not be afraid, this spirit is far more friendly than the ones inhabiting the Miranda Castle pictured at the beginning of this post.
P.S. If you do not like fruit cake, rum cake and prune/molasses like notes in your spirits drink, then do not invest in a bottle. Buy a dram and evaluate. I think cognac is not for everyone who is an ardent single malt fan seeking a complexity that only Scottish barley can deliver. Buy a glass, evaluate and comment below. Thank you for reading!