
The Highlands of Scotland are littered with distilleries, but because the area is so vast, each one has room to spread itself out. Although it’s not unheard of to come upon two within a ten-minute drive of each other (Pitlochry’s … Continue reading
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Tomatin is a contradiction of modernity and history. Situated just off the A9, the main north-south artery in Scotland’s central and eastern Highlands, the distillery’s grounds look like a vacation village, with sweet little cottages and houses and a wee … Continue reading
The Highlands of Scotland are littered with distilleries, but because the area is so vast, each one has room to spread itself out. Although it’s not unheard of to come upon two within a ten-minute drive of each other (Pitlochry’s … Continue reading
I journeyed to the far Northeast of Scotland to Pulteney Distillery on the same day I’d visited its sister, Balblair. The drive from Tain to Wick took me along one of the most dramatic roads I’ve ever driven—a narrow two-lane … Continue reading
I’ve been a fan of Balblair since the first time I tasted the 2001 vintage a few years ago. It’s a very ur–Highland malt, embodying all the flavors and textures idealized in the style, and because the brand tends to … Continue reading
When I visited GlenDronach in July 2014, I’d already been on a number of distillery tours in the preceding days. That very morning, I’d been to sister distillery Glenglassaugh and was eagerly anticipating learning more about the place that makes one … Continue reading
When you drive up to Glenglassaugh, it looks like a fairly ordinary Scottish distillery. There’s a modern visitors’ center, a few historic buildings and dunnage warehouses, some larger warehouses from the mid-20th century, and nice if modest scenery surrounding it all. … Continue reading
Most distilleries in Scotland are situated on fairly open acreage. They might be close to towns and habitation, but they usually have enough large warehouses, winding drives and expansive fields to make them seem set apart. Not Glen Garioch. It’s … Continue reading
I slept 12 hours the night before I went to visit Glenfarclas. It wasn’t that I thought I’d need to rest up for some strenuous whisky drinking—I was sick as a dog. But the extended sleep did me good, and … Continue reading
When I visited Blair Athol distillery, I was sick as a dog: sneezing, sniffling, slightly feverish. I’d also just started driving on the opposite side of the road that morning, and after a few harrowing hours navigating the twisty, windy … Continue reading
Last summer I went to the UK for my best friend’s wedding—a week-long Indian affair that redefined the whole concept of a party. At the time I was between jobs and had spent a stupid amount of money on a … Continue reading