Hello. It’s been a while. A very long while. Long enough for WordPress to change their UI quite a bit leading to the inevitable initial confusion which will fade into ‘what did it even look like before?’ The past few months have been mad. Balancing a rather demanding full time job with writing is hard enough but the past month or so has been even more chaotic. At the moment I’m based in London but I’ve decided to make the move back up to Scotland in December. London is a fantastic city, I love it’s vibrancy and the amazing food and beer scene, but the howling winds and the heather hills of my homeland are calling me back. I imagine this is what having a racy affair while you’re married would be like. The excitement and newness wear off after a while and you begin to miss your old dependable spouse. You begin to get irritated by the things that you once found a novelty and really miss everything you took for granted.
Anyway, one thing I definitely miss about Scotland is whisky. There’s nothing better than having a wee dram before bed. Or a hot toddie to battle off a cold. On Thursday I was invited to the launch of Jura’s 1984 whisky. Orwell wrote the book 1984 whilst staying at a friend’s estate on the isle of Jura, next to Islay (obviously my favourite of the islands), just off the west coast of Scotland. He had travelled there from London to escape the fame he’d received from Animal Farm. He wanted to have some freedom and space to be creative and write the story of Winston Smith and the dystopian world of totalitarianism. He certainly would have had freedom and space since Jura is bloody remote. Nowadays there are only around 2,000 inhabitants…and, most importantly, a distillery!
The invitation to the 1984 launch was very cryptic, giving very little away so I had no idea what to expect. The event was held in some railway arches near Waterloo, on a street where graffiti is permittable so there was a strong smell of spray paint fumes. We had to queue up while a guard barked at us when we were allowed to go in, only 1 or 2 at a time. We were then given an identity card and had to press our fingerprint on to it. A very shouty lady told me I must keep it on me at all times. Considering I lose absolutely everything, I was quite scared at this point. We were then given some ‘government issued whisky’ which was really just water and another guard shouted the rules we were allowed to drink the whisky under. The actors were really good and you did begin to feel like you were in the world that poor Winston was part of. We were then led down some stairs into an amazingly laid out room. This was Jura. Or ‘Utopia’. There were old leather sofas, stag heads on the wall and a lady playing the piano. It was an amazing transformation to some warehouses that I think usually host raves that go on till most people are up again after a full night’s sleep.
Anyway, to the most important part. THE WHISKY. 1984 was casked in 1984 and bottled in October this year, making it a 30 year vintage. There are only 1,984 bottles available and each of them cost £750. Wow. It’s matured in American white oak, Amoroso and Apostoles Oloroso sherry butt casks and is quite sweet. I find describing whiskies quite difficult so forgive me for the less than adequate ramblings you’re about to endure. I tend to drink petey malts so this one was a bit different than what I usually go for. However, it kind of made me rethink my defaulting to the petey-est thing on the menu. It was light and not too overpowering, you don’t need to worry about your face puckering up! It was definitely sweet – maybe honey? And I could taste cherries quite strongly as well as some other fruits, peaches were the first thing that sprung to mind. As well as the 1984 we got to try all the other Jura whiskies, including some whisky mojitos! Prophecy was my favourite of the staple range. It’s rich and petey, smoky and spicy. All my favourite tastes!