Last July I posted about how radioactive fallout can be used to authenticate art. Isotopes released into the environment from nuclear bombs provide a way of determining if a work of art dates from before or after 1945. Apparently a similar process can be used to authenticate whisky, and experts are discovering that the whisky market is flooded with fakes. Researchers at the Oxford Radiocarbon Accelerator Unit say, "So far there have probably been more fakes among the samples we've tested than real examples of old whisky." [
Telegraph]
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To phrase it another way, if the whisky was any good to begin with, wouldn't somebody have drunk it by now?
The idea of old paintings is much more plausible, because they are neither perishable nor consumable, though of course they do get burned, slashed, crushed in earthquakes, thrown out with the garbage, etc.
There, are of course, those auctions of centuries-old bottles of wine for huge prices, but the bidders are fools. Only some wines improve with age, and those only to a certain point. After that, they start to go downhill. Any wine 100 years old or more is going to taste pretty much like mildew.
And... we found a very very very old bottle of unopened whiskey. When bottled a 50 years ago it was already 12 years old.
It was superb. Smooth. Great taste. Dark in color. And it did not make you so much as drunk, but high.
We nursed our treasure bottle and we only drank from it on saterdays.
We still talk about that whiskey.
Incidentally, whisky fans say that only aging in the barrel contributes to the quality of the whisky. Once it's in a bottle, it probably won't get worse (if it's stored in a dark and fairly cool place), but it won't get better, either.
Wine and beer are much more perishable than whisky because they have a lower alcohol conent.
Me and two friends went walking up our local mountain. In the middle of nowhere there were all these people sitting on a quite large rock outcrop. They said that there was an astral conjunction just due. Being young and sensible we said "Oh, that's nice" and kept on out way.
To our surprise and delight some while later we literally stumbled across a six-pack of beer. It had been there for some while judging from the labels, and some had been opened by the local wild life (little tooth marks in the lids).
Obviously this was a real astral conjunction and we opened one each and drank it. It tasted like the nectar of the gods. But alcohol and altitude and exertion didn't mix so subsequently it was all very head-achy and horrible.
Moral of the story is that "Astral Conjunction found beer" might seem and taste like a good idea but it's not.