Last existing bottle of whiskey from a famous distillery on sale now.
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http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20050812/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_life_ireland_whiskey
DUBLIN (Reuters) – A rare bottle of Irish whiskey is up for sale at a record 100,000 pounds, making it the world’s most expensive single malt.
The whiskey — spelled whisky in Scotland — dates from the late 1800s and is believed to be the last surviving bottle from the Nun’s Island Distillery in County Galway, western Ireland, which ceased production in 1913.
“It is a lot of money but it’s like looking for the last dinosaur really,” spirits expert Ken Thomas told Reuters on Friday. “This is surely one of the rarest bottles in the world.”
Thomas, who runs a specialist drinks store in southwest England, is selling the whiskey via his Web site — whiskyandwines.com — on behalf of its owner, who inherited it.
“This woman walked in with the bottle in an old carrier bag and said she thought it might be worth money, and the more I looked into it the more exciting it became,” Thomas said.
He said he believed the whiskey would be in good condition should its eventual buyer actually pull the cork.
“Whiskey is renowned for holding its own,” he said.
Irish whiskey is generally smoother than Scotch, due to differences in the processing of the barley from which it is made. It is also often distilled three times as opposed to twice for Scotch, and lacks the “peaty” taste associated with single malts from Scotland.
The previous record price paid for a bottle of “the water of life” was 32,000 pounds, forked out by a businessman in a hotel in southern England two months ago.
The man and his friends reportedly polished off most of the 1943 vintage Dalmore 62 Single Highland Malt in an evening.
Earlier this year, a Hong Kong dealer bought six bottles of 1937 Glenfiddich Rare Collection for $48,500 (26,700 pounds) each.
I don’t see how this couldn’t be a major charge. If they existed, every dipsomancer in the world must be swarming there now as we speak.
Oh, it probably is a bottle of major chages. And the booze hounds are trying to make it there, but they’re being stopped by several factors:
1. Dirk Allen has shown interest in not taking the bottle, but in taking the soul and body of who ever gets the bottle. This drives off some of drunks, especially those who knew some people who were taken by him in the past.
2. The real Loch Ness monster is actually an ancient beast summoned by Scottish pict-cultists. They have told everyone in the UO that if too many drunks come near, then they will unleash the mysterious beast unto the drunks. No one believed them until they found several booze hounds bit in half and stuffed into an alley way. They’re unsure of how Nessie can move on land, but they don’t want to take chances.
3. The King of Scotch and Whisky has declared that he will be owning the bottle, by either completely legal methods of buying it, or by very illegal force. His retinue of followers is composed of part alcoholics who serve him or else they’ll end up in the gutter, several dipsomancers who are loyal because their souls were bought from a Merchant, and a fair amount of AA and Detox center consulers. They appearantly are armed with some mystical ritual that causes anyone that has alcohol in them to vomit up an organ or two along with a major amount of blood.
4. The Sleepers realize that the bottle is full. You don’t have to drink much of the whisky to get a charge, and they remember the time Dirk got to the fountain, and how easy it was to get major mojo from it. If a dipso could get, at the least, 8 major charges from the bottle, then there would be Hell to pay. So the Sleepers are watching, and they’ve sent in some pretty tough guys and one woman who only has one eye and can turn your bones into lead.
So of course the dipsomancers aren’t swarming to get it. But that doesn’t mean they won’t swarm whoever buys it in the end, especially if it makes its way to America.
If no one minds, the Kleptomancers will also be waiting in the wings, dressed as Customs inspectors at the train, Tube and airports, sniffing around for the bottle.
Pay them no mind, folks…