Single malts are a hobby I initiated when I turned 50. Perhaps I was unknowingly inspired by the words of William Faulkner?
“There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.”
It is a fun journey, walking through the diverse selections of single malts. I share my experiences, not as a expert on single malts, rather as observations from my casual stroll through the many varieties of expression.
I have also found, with years of sampling various ages and expressions, that my tastes and preferences are both unique and likely to evolve over time. I do not pretend that it makes my newer tasting notes any more profound, they just reflect the comparative context of a longer journey.