Now that the chilling winter is here, I find myself reaching for a bottle of scotch more often than before. For me, a nice dram of scotch is an intimate affair, not unlike the feeling when you reunite with an old friend. There is a drink suitable for every occasion. Nothing quite beats a tall cold glass of beer when you are just casually hanging out at the backyard while barbequeing, or watching a game of football with a group of friends. Similarly, pairing a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon with a perfectly grilled steak when you are out in a restaurant downtown with your wife on a Thursday evening just feels right.
Scotch is a much more personal thing for me. I almost always drink scotch in solitude, as I get the most enjoyment out of it this way.
On a cold wintery night, when everyone else is asleep, I put on a warm comfortable robe and settle down in my favorite leather armchair by the fireplace, armed with a nice book and perhaps even a cigar, and poured myself a dram of scotch while listening to the voice of Sinatra and the crackling of wood from the fireplace.
A perfect scotch evening.