I've never been a real big peat fan. But I haven't had many single-malt scotches since getting into bourbon a few years ago. (I like Macallan, but some say that's the most bourbon-like Single Malt there is.) I thought, hmmm, I'm trying more whiskeys, my palate's getting more sophisticated; might be time to get a more peaty, smoky bottle.
I could have gone for something like Laphroaig, but I love High West's other expressions, so I bought a bottle of Campfire.
There was no love. Appreciation, perhaps, and an acknowledgement of high-quality whiskey, but it's not for me.
I think I'll keep trying it every week or so, just in small drams. But I don't see me pouring a healthy glass anytime soon.
I read a few posts about some who didn't like peaty whiskeys initially, but grew to love them.
So, how did your love of peat evolve? What did you start to notice or how did your aversion change to enjoyment?
Because right now, for me, it's like sucking on a bar of cross-country ski wax.