We went to a Macallan tasting. I am still not a whisky drinker, but I think my friends keep inviting me to these events so they can laugh at me making funny faces and then take my left over whisky after I had a sip.
What did I learn today? Hmm, not much, I should have paid more attention. I learned that the color of the whisky have nothing to do with the quality and that Macallan grow their oak in Spain and whenever they cut one tree down they plant a new one. Greenpeace approved.