April's Toast 2017
Balblair 97's rose gold gleam
spicy, fragrant from oaken dream.
Resting in barrels till complex and aged
until perfect by the Distiller's gauge.
Raisin, Spice and vanilla sweetness
seduces with lingering creamy caress
Let us raise a glass to the single malt.
by Juliette Bentley
Benromach and Benriach
By Juliette Bentley Brisbane City Sept Bard for May 2016
While evenings cool, shadows lengthen
and autumn is replete
Benromach and Benriach’s ministry
With whispers of soft peat
Remind us winter is coming
And so our hearts might thrill
At thoughts of drams to ward off
A cold night’s winter chill.
From the heart of Speyside, Morayshire
And the hill of the red deer
Burnside’s deep Springs from earth’s dark womb
glisten cool and clear
and though most Speyside tastings
lack the magic smoke
the handcrafting from copper stills
heartens most weary folk.
And so I say let’s raise a glass
And though we may find fault
Tonight I propose this simple toast
God bless the single malt.
"If you mean whiskey, the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean that evil drink that topples Christian men and women from the pinnacles of righteous and gracious living into the bottomless pits of degradation, shame, despair, helplessness, and hopelessness, then, my friend, I am opposed to it with every fibre of my being.
However, if by whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the elixir of life, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer, the stimulating sip that puts a little spring in the step of an elderly gentleman on a frosty morning; if you mean that drink that enables man to magnify his joy, and to forget life's great tragedies and heartbreaks and sorrow; if you mean that drink the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars each year, that provides tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitifully aged and infirm, to build the finest highways, hospitals, universities, and community colleges in this nation, then my friend, I am absolutely, unequivocally in favour of it.
This is my position, and as always, I refuse to be compromised on matters of principle.
(Address to the legislature by a Mississippi state senator, 1958)
QMWS – Brisbane Sept Richard Bramley
Toast: 8 May 2012
"Here's to cheap whiskey
however it may taste.
it's always there when you need it
and always knows its place.
Whether you're on top o' the world
or things are heading south
may you always have cheap whiskey
and may you never miss your mouth"
Here’s to the single malt!
May you ne’er lack for a friend nor a dram to gi’e him.
“Here’s to the single malt!”