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Notes, tones, bouquet, oak.... the sommelier conjectures that he's tasting all of these in this most casual of imbibing formats. But, is he really? At a vineyard south of Portugal.
3rd annual Spring Real Ale Festival.
downtown Baltimore, Maryland.
28 April 2012.
Full list of 24 cask-conditioned ales: here.
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While the sun sets behind the Wasatch Mountains, a UP customer special glides through Morgan, Utah with two high and wide nuclear casks on the road to Envirocare at Clive on July 18, 2016.
These casks are full. The distillery plan to market their single malt as an 18 year old, I may not be around for their first one.
By the last breath of the four winds that blow
I'll have revenge upon Fortunato
Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow
Follow me now to the vault down below
Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go
I've a cask of Amontillado"
A couple of casks being used for the famous glenfiddich Malt Whisky
Glenfiddich means ‘Valley of the deer’ in Gaelic
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenfiddich
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Taken during Game 2 ALCS, on the corner of Lansdowne and Brookline Street, Boston.
The place erupted, when Big Papi hit the game-tying grand slam in the 8th.
Single RAW exposure, processed with Camera Raw & Photoshop.
Deidre the darling of the butter blending department at the local creamery, Farmer George and posh photographer Ivan Locksmith are enjoying a drink or 5 at the station pub. But Rufus hound has taken off on one of his adventures, something he does regularly especially now he’s discovered the art of rail travel.
The other week he managed to get to Exeter and back without buying a ticket, not that he’d be able to of course, for he generally doesn’t carry money. Rufus’ trick, like many a handsome hound is all to do with the eyes and the ability to melt the heart even the most hardened cat lover with that well rehearsed ‘look into my unloved eyes’ trick.
Luckily today, though maybe not for Rufus, he was spotted escaping the pub via the kitchen, the chef alerting Deidre, George and Ivan. Any pub-going dog owners here will know that our furry canine friends are experts at sneaking behind the bar or into the pub kitchen unnoticed, especially if food is being served or the landlord or landlady is in the cellar changing a cask of ale.
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