Whisky and Walking Day Six: The Final Dram | Craigellachie - Dufftown Loop
After the best breakfast ever of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, I set off back to Aberlour then up quiet farm roads and into the snow of Conval woods. The forest was soft and muffled and this was splendid walking: crunch crunch creak creak, just me there making fresh prints, then down across the moor to Dufftown, the whisky capital of the world.
I could definitely imagine appreciating that from a hipflask on a snowy hill on a cold day.
One last sip before I go...
I walked out of the distillery in a warm glow.
Back in Craigellachie, I stopped by the Whisky Bar of the Highland Inn, one of only 51 'Gold Award' whisky bars worldwide. It claims to have over 550 single malts.
I was surprised to see, behind the bar, a young Japanese woman. I was hoping to find to some tweed clad local and asked if there was someone I could talk to about whisky.
“Yes me”, she said, pointing to herself. “ Please ask me”.
What on earth was a Japanese girl doing in a tiny Highland village, population about 400?
“Ah, whisky. Big passion for whisky”. I asked her what her favourite was. “Oh so many” she waved her hand behind her at the hundreds of bottles standing on the shelves like regimented troops. She liked Island malts as well as Speyside: “But not all the time, maybe once a week”, and one of her favourite Speyside malts was Cragganmore: “...little bit oily, little bit fruity, nice”.
I told her I liked the the 18 year old Glenfiddich, liked the nose, the warmth, the short soft finish.
“Aaah”, she nodded, smiling, “now you are getting into whisky world”.
You know, maybe I am....
Written by
Anne Robinson