Times . . they are a changin'.
Eventually, after continuing to try many single malts, there was one that intrigued me, I think it was Dalwhinnie at the time. Thereafter, my blended scotch whiskies faded off into the distance and were replaced by bottles of single malts on the horizon. Nevertheless, because of this history, I always have a soft spot for blends.
I pride myself on not being a scotch snob. If you and I are sitting across from eachother in a bar and you declare that in your heart of hearts a preference for blended scotch whisky, I will not think less of you. That is your inalienable right as a scotch lover. The fact that you like blended scotch makes us brothers merely by other mothers. Too many scotch snobs and well meaning enthusiasts dismiss blended scotch as for lesser beings and alley way lushes. Not I!
So, I turn to this bottle of Famous Grouse in front of me and see if it still holds the fascination it once did for me all those years ago.