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Here it, the world’s first-ever, never-before conceived, executed, or documented review of Lagavulin 16 fresh on the heels of a vasectomy. Yep, definitely the first.
My two little girls will be the limit of my contribution to world’s overpopulation. This morning, I went under the knife. This evening, I nurse my pain by squatting on a bag of frozen peas and cradling a snifter of Lagavulin 16.
There are a million reviews of Lagavulin 16 around, so I won’t bother with any flavor lists or anything. I mostly want to point out that this old dog can still hunt. I had been in the deep end of cask strength Islay whiskies for a while, and I feared that Lagavulin 16 would seem pale and watery when I came back to it this year. Nope! I was pleasantly surprised to find that it still holds up. It’s tasty, and—especially—it’s FRESH. Freshness is one of my favorite qualities in a whisky. I love to feel like I’m getting a lungful of an ocean breeze never before breathed by another soul. Lagavulin 16 delivers that. It’s not powerful, but it is very nice.
And a little Lagavulin anecdote: Unlike many maltheads, Lagavulin 16 was not my gateway to peat or to single malts in general. Thanks to its high price, I steered clear of it for a long time, all the way until I found myself at Lagavulin during the Feis Ile in 2010. My wife and I sat on that grassy bluff overlooking the little bay and the ruins of Dunyvaig Castle, I drinking my first-ever Lagavulin (and hers, too—since she doesn’t drink liquor), and she trying to convince me that it was the right time to have our first baby. Little did we know, she was already pregnant.
And I guess that takes me back to today’s vasectomy, five years later. I challenge the next vasectomized Lagavulin 16 reviewer to think of a good joke based on the slogan, “takes out the fire but leaves in the warmth.” For me now, though, it's time to change that ice pack...