A Victorian walled garden in Las Vegas

    "We found ourselves in a waiting room of a sports physiotherapist, muscle spray, shea butter, massage oil and warming up cream, next to a disinfected tiled floor and a newly opened First Aid Box. To taste, we moved into the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas with belly dancers and an oriental market - hot like a desert and intense like Turkish delight with rose water - intriguing depth. With water the nose led us into a Victorian walled garden, damp bricks, herbal notes and the smell of a variety of roses. The taste is now like toasted cinnamon bread with butter, an apple crumble with cream and the enticing sweetness of a ripe mango."

    Those are the tasting notes for a malt whisky, and if that one isn't to your taste, how about another,  A Magical Moment in Time, say? -

    "A lady, clothed in lambswool and floral perfume, is seated by a pine forest; she opens her handbag – scents of leather, menthol cigarettes and citric sweets – a waiter brings coffee and Turkish Delights – she smiles beautifully. Her man friend arrives - smelling faintly of sage and tobacco – he orders tea. This was the kind of picture conjured by the nose. The palate moved us on – she orders a luxurious, dark chocolate-covered mint ice-cream – a splash of cognac in the sugary espresso dregs. Sun shines on the wax-polished table – he lights a cigarette and kisses her on the neck – tenderly, lingeringly..."

    No single malt for me - I'm drinking peppermint tea and eating a Bendicks Bittermint as I write this - but Mr. C. happened to be at The Scotch Malt Whisky Society for a meeting today (and he kindly brought me back his notepad and pencil), and when I was looking up the details of their restaurant later, I stopped to read a bit about the whisky. I'd love to test my palate against the descriptions - or perceptions - of the Society's tasters; how about a little French patisserie in a bluebell wood, "ideal after gardening or a walk in the countryside."

Comments

[Mary]

What a wonderful place to hold a meeting. (Don't suppose Mr C ever needs someone to take notes?)
http://www.thewomensroomblog.com/2012/11/22/angela-flanders-new-store-and-perfume/
He might be bowled over if you wore this perfume! It is a lovely shop, though I'd sooner drink whisky than smell of it!

[Dancing Beastie]

What tantalising descriptions. I amused myself by trying (and failing) to identify the malts in question. Would the first be an Islay malt? The second sounds perfectly delicious: I am a fan of malts, though rather fussy about which ones.

There is a definite whiff of Pseud's Corner about these flights of fancy, but they are enjoyable nonetheless.

[Cornflower]

Many thanks for that link, Mary.

[Cornflower]

Yes, very pseudish but fun!