Son of La Phrog

It was a Monday night, and that seemed a perfectly good reason to go and visit Clutch for a whisky tasting. It was, after all, his turn to host. Oddly, we’d both been of the same mind – each had brought a 16 year-old along. Mine a blonde (the Glenlivet Nadurra 16), and his a… Continue reading Son of La Phrog

La Phrog

Occasionally, just to keep our noses and palates finely tuned, Clutch and I will have an impromptu private tasting of single malts at either of our places. It’s the kind of training regimen that Rocky Balboa would be proud of. On one of these evenings, we did a bit of a marathon session, where we… Continue reading La Phrog