Vientu nes veles/ Save the Cutty Sark

CUTTY SARK
Tipo: Blend scotch whisky
Origen: Escocia
Destileria:VV.AA escocesas para Berry Bros and Rudd

Cata: Doráu claru con reflexos a paya. Ta llenu d’arumes que descubren notes de carbayu, cereal maduru y vainilles. La so suavidá nel tragu ye muy agradable dexando un prolongáu retrogustu. //Naturally pale gold. Fragant with hints of vanilla and oak, it is smooth and fresh on the palate with a crisp clean finish.
To Alan, a great Pal con cariñu fonderu.
Los recuerdos d’esti whisky tan asociaos al mio caleyar pel mundu. Fueron dos petaques de Cutty Sark , regatiáes a un chigreru na plaza Omonia de Atenes, les que mos dieran la bienvenía a Grecia hayá pel 93'. Por supuesto ficieronnos ver con allegría y otros güeyos les maravielles de la nuesa primer nueche ateniense.
Un par de botelles de Cutty Sark, merquiáes nuna tienduca alrodiu’l Soho llondinense, acompañarannos de viaxe a Alan y mi, na visita a Oxford aquél branu del 97'. Ellí unes collacies asturianes esperabennos colos brazos abiertos. Esa nueche, disfrutamos abondo con la fiesta multiétnica que habíen montao nel nuestru honor y coles maravilles del Whisky and ginger ale .La comedia finó con unos compañeros navarricos, un portugués, un canariu y servidor, saltando la muria del King’s College en plena nueche y recorriendolu enteru, protexíos pela escuridá veraniega. Vimos fasta venaos y un Guardia que mos siguía. O eso creemos.// Cutty Sark has its name after the famous ship. As a touch of destiny my memories of this whisky are joined to those of my travellings. Spring of 93’, Athens. We celebrated our arrival with a couple of bottles of Cutty, bought in Omonia Square to a canny but friendly barman. Our first sight of Greece never would have been better. summer of 97, London. I was spending my first staying in the UK. My Pal Alan was my host in a little cutie suburb of East London. One afternoon the phone rang. It was Zulima, a close uni-mate who were attending anEnglish summer course in Oxford. She was inviting us to stay for a week so we didn’t hesitate: We took the backpack, a couple of Cutty’s Bottle, some flowers and chocolates and picked the citylink bus. Oxford, here we go!!!. My friend prepared a great welcome party. She was living in a Bungalow- type University Guest House with a lot of people from different origins. Italians, Spanyards, Germans, Russsians, Portuguese people and... Us. The party was a great success, Including Tortilla and Calimotxo, courtesy of the Navarricos brothers, with the whisky and ginger ale flowing a -go-go. We ended the party up climbing the wall of the King’s College- Women Ward of course-, paying not attention to Alan’s warnings about our breaking the law, and crossing the campus running off the porter and coming across a bunch of harts .Or were they an illusion?