Episode 6
Macallan 18
· 8 min
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Show notes
This week we pour a genuine icon of sherried single malt: The Macallan 18. We give it the honest reverence it earns — dried fruit, orange marmalade, Christmas spice and antique oak, beautifully integrated, an expensive whisky that actually tastes the part. Then we profile the man holding it aloft: the freshly minted corporate partner ensuring the entire steakhouse witnesses his ascension, swirling with too much wrist, calling it a "sherry bomb," reading The Robb Report unironically, and referring to his stock portfolio as "my sandbox." A loving roast of the man so busy broadcasting the achievement he hasn't actually tasted the whisky he genuinely earned. Tasting notes and character flaws, as always.
The tasting card
The Macallan 18 Sherry Oak
43% ABV · 18 years · The Macallan
- Nose
- Dried fruit, raisin, orange marmalade, Christmas spice, antique oak, dark chocolate.
- Palate
- Sherried dried fruit, toffee, candied orange, baking spice and oak tannin.
- Finish
- Long and warm — raisin and clove settling in.
“Genuinely magnificent sherried malt — worth it if you're buying the whisky and not the receipt.”
The Macallan 18 opens like Christmas — dried fruit, marmalade, clove, antique oak — and the sherried palate actually delivers on the nose, which at this price is rarer than you’d think. It’s magnificent. Whether it’s worth the money depends entirely on whether you’re buying the whisky or the receipt.
Which brings us to Brett, who made partner on Tuesday and has gathered the steakhouse to witness it. He swirls with too much wrist, calls it a “sherry bomb” (a phrase learned eleven days ago), reads The Robb Report unironically, and refers to his stock portfolio as “my sandbox.”
The affectionate part: Brett actually worked — the eighty-hour weeks were real. He just never learned to receive a nice thing quietly, so he broadcasts it. The tragedy is he’s so busy making sure you watch him drink it that he hasn’t tasted it yet. Slow down, partner. It’s already yours.
- special occasion
- would re-pour
The drinker we imagined
The Trophy Hunter
Loves the chase more than the pour — and the receipt most of all.