I do like whisky. Most nights, I have one before bed.
Malt whisky is nicest. Nicer than blended. Malt is somehow richer. The only exceptions I’ve ever tasted are Ad Gefrin’s blended whisky and Johnnie Walker Black.
Now, I know exactly why I really like Ad Gefrin’s blended whisky. It tastes great.
And I also know exactly why I really like Johnnie Walker Black. It’s because it was Christopher Hitchen’s favourite whiskey. And (secondly) because (I think) it tastes great, too.
This is really interesting to me. I don’t want to like the thing just because I like him and he likes the thing. But I can’t shake it.
I think I want to be a little bit like him. His intellect, funniness and fluency. And because he liked Johnnie Walker Black Label so much, I do too. If I hold the square bottle in my hand, like he held the square bottle in his hand, maybe I’ll be cleverer, funnier and more fluent as well?
It’s amazingly complex. What makes us like what we like. And I like that.
“Johnnie Walker Black. Breakfast of champions. Accept no substitute.”
Christopher Hitchens.









