On Thursday last week, I posted a full review for the soon-to-be-released £16,000 Bowmore 50 Year Old, here. Any of you who read my account of the Bowmore evening at the Park Lane Hilton will know it was a jolly good whisky. To précis my thoughts, if you’ve recently saved the money for a Fiat Doblo 1.6 MPV, I urge you instead to buy a fixie bike, and spend the difference on the new Bowmore 50. I think that’s the sensible choice.
That night, during the unveiling of the record-breaking single malt, speakers talked us through the manufacture of each aspect of the finished package: the whisky, the presentation case and the decanter. First up was Bowmore Manager, Eddie MacAffer; followed by acclaimed
carpenter woodsmith, Peter Toaig; and finally Nichola Burns and Brodie Nairn from Glasstorm.
Based in Tain, Glasstorm is one of the top glass makers in Scotland and, indeed, the world. They crafted the stunning decanter bottle for the Bowmore 50 using ancient techniques, and we reckon the result [pictured below] is really rather wonderful.
To celebrate the upcoming launch, we gave you the chance to win a pair of beautiful Bowmore glasses, specially created by Glasstorm. All you had to do was tell us a whisky-related joke in the comments section of the Bowmore blog post.
Well, the votes are in (by “votes”, I of course mean, “I picked my favourite”) and I can tell you that the winner is David Churcher, with this excellent piece of wit:
On reaching his plane seat a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped in next to him.
He asks the stewardess for a coffee whereupon the parrot squawks, "And get me a whisky, you cow!"
The stewardess, flustered, brings back a whisky for the parrot and forgets the coffee.
When this omission is pointed out to her, the parrot drains its glass and bawls, "And get me another whisky you bitch!"
Quite upset, the girl comes back shaking with another whisky but still no coffee.
Unaccustomed to such slackness the man tries the parrot's approach. "I've asked you twice for a coffee! Go and get it now or I'll kick your ass!"
The next moment both he and the parrot have been wrenched up and thrown out of the emergency exit by two burly stewards.
Plunging downwards the parrot turns to him and says, "For someone who can't fly, you're a ballsy bastard!"
Congratulations David! If you send an email with your address to Michael@masterofmalt.com, I’ll get your prize in the post.