Let’s talk about Glasgow. If you don’t want to hear about my drunken antics, I suggest you stop reading here. Mom, grandma… proceed with caution. Most of my trip was spent drunk.
I’m going to tell you something really embarrassing, and I’m just going to do it really fast. Somehow, some way, I bought our plane tickets for the wrong days. So, on Thursday, we arrived at Stansted Airport at 6:50 after leaving our dorm at 5 only to find out that our boarding passes didn’t work. So we bought new flights. And this happened on the way home too, so we had to take an overnight bus. I’m really embarrassed that I screwed up so badly, but at the same time, I’m kind of proud of the fact that I was able to fix my mistake on my own. I didn’t have to call my dad and ask him what I should do; I just handled it. It was a crap situation, but I think I handled it like an adult. I felt really bad about it, because Amber was stuck with me and it really wasn’t her fault. But we fixed it like the adults we are. The rest of my time in Glasgow was not spent so responsibly.
So after getting to Glasgow much later than intended, we went to a whisky bar called Oran Mor for dinner. Oran Mor is a converted church. They put a blue, neon halo around the steeple. It’s really fun inside. We ate haggis, neeps, and tatties. I had a couple of whiskies. Nothing too crazy. But it was really only a taster for what was to come.
The next morning, Amber and I woke up late. So at 11, we decided to leave for the Auchentoshan distillery, which is just outside the city. We called an Uber, and were on our way. We walked into this adorable little distillery, and there was nobody else there. We got our own private tour with Jeremy, a 19 year old whisky guy. During the tour, we saw the entire whisky making process at Auchentoshan. Unlike most Scotch whiskies, Auchentoshan triple distills their whisky before casking it. They say it gives it a smoother taste. For those of you reading who don’t know much about whisky, Scotch whisky is its own thing. Irish whiskey is triple distilled. So think of Jameson. Other Scotch whiskies, such as Glennfiddich, Glenmorangie, Glen Garioch, and the like, are double distilled in an attempt to give them more depth. Note the E: generally speaking, countries with names that contain an E spell it whiskey and countries that don’t have an E spell it whisky: America-whiskey, Ireland-whiskey, Japan-whisky, Scotland-whisky. If you have questions, Google it or ask me sometime. I know a lot about Scotch at this point.
The first major thing we saw (after he explained that the only ingredients in whisky are water, malted barley, and yeast) was the fermentation vats. In these vats, yeast is added to the sugar water created by the malted barley. The mixture is called wash. Jeremy let Amber and I taste it. It’s basically bitter beer at that point, and it has about an 8% alcohol content. The next part was seeing the stills. There are three of them of different shapes. They’re copper, which is important for taste and hygiene. What comes out after the third distilling is called new mix, and that is what goes into different kinds of barrels to create the different whiskies Auchentoshan makes. The new mix is approximately 81% alcohol. How does something go from being 8% alcohol to being 81% alcohol? Easy. The distilling process removes water. Jeremy then had Amber and I drink some of this new mix. It was intense. It could remove paint from a barn, and it will literally destroy the lining of your esophagus and stomach if you drink too much. Yes, I drank some. It was gross. That time.
After the stills, we went into the warehouse. We saw barrels and barrels of Scotch. They use different cask types to get different flavors of whisky. Due to American labor laws, American whiskey makers can only use a cask once. As a result, whiskey makers from other countries use the casks after American distilleries are done with them. This gives them a deeper, nicer flavor. Auchentoshan imports sherry casks, port casks, bourbon casks, and a few others to age their whisky in. Sometimes, they start a whisky in one type of barrel and move it to another after a few years. My favorite example is moving a whisky from a bourbon barrel to a sherry barrel. Yum.
After this, our tour was basically over. But we had a glass of American Oak whisky included in the tour price. So we sat at the bar and chatted with Jeremy while we sipped our whisky. This is where everything started to go wrong. If you’re still with me, consider turning away now.
Jeremy mentioned that the strongest whisky they make is 61% alcohol, which is too high to be sold in supermarkets. They sell it at the distillery. He then poured out a dram of it and handed it to us. I had a sip, Amber had a sip. We were still trying to finish the American Oak. But then, Neil, Jeremy’s boss, came down. Jeremy wasn’t supposed to give us this dram and could get in trouble for doing so. So he looked at me. I drank that puppy like a shot and shuddered.
What I may have failed to mention at the beginning of this story is that we signed up to do a guided tasting after our tour, which Neil would be leading. Included in that tasting are four drams of different kinds of whisky. Keep this in mind.
When we started the tasting, a lovely Glasgowegian couple joined us for a tasting before their tour. We chatted with them while we drank. In theory, we were supposed to start with the most mellow whisky and move to the more complex one. In actuality, I tried sips of each of them in the right order, but then everything got messed up. Here they are, in case you’re curious: Virgin Oak (so called because Auchentoshan used casks that had never been used before; I wasn’t a fan of this because it was too simple and harsh) 12-year old, Three Wood (so called because it has whisky made in three different barrels…or it’s whisky that’s been aged in three barrels. Those are very different things), and the distillery cask (again). This, by itself, probably would not have been that bad. It would have gotten me very tipsy. But Neil, being the person he is, wasn’t satisfied with this. For some reason or another, he decided to get us all wasted. In between some of the drams we had with the tasting, he brought out glasses of sherry from the company they get their sherry casks from. That was delicious; if you’ve never had sherry, it’s like dessert in alcohol form. Then he brought out a whisky that was finished in a wine cask, which I was too tipsy to ask the name of. Then, because that wasn’t enough, he brought out the new mix again. The second time I tasted it, it tasted like honey and fruit. That’s how drunk I was. I could taste the flavors that the copper is supposed to give the new mix. However, I still had to finish the drams of whisky from the tasting. So I only had a sip or two of the new mix. Then I drank the three drams worth of whisky that came with the tasting that I hadn’t finished yet. We were just…so drunk. For a college student, that was extraordinarily expensive alcohol to get drunk on. I knew I was getting drunk, so the only reason I remember exactly what I had to drink is because I took notes on my phone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to tell you what we drank.
We were staying at an Airbnb, and our host just laughed at us when we came back that drunk. She told us that it wasn’t uncommon during off-peak season for them to do what they’d done to us. Darn Neil got us so drunk. In his honor, I named the cow keychain that I drunkenly bought (for some reason I still don’t understand or remember…) after him. It was still the middle of the day. We slept so long that by the time we woke up, the pubs had stopped serving food. So we ended up at a Chinese place at 9:30, begging for food.
You’d think that after that, we’d learn our lesson. No. The next night, we decided to go out to Ashton Lane, which is a really trendy place to get drinks. We started with a pint (for me. Amber got liquor…) at this Irish pub full of granddads. Nothing wrong with granddads, I like mine. But for two 21 year old girls, it wasn’t the best place to be. So we went to this place called Vodka Wodka and had the most amazing chocolate orange martinis. Any drink where they slather the rim in Nutella is the drink for me. If you’ve ever had a Terry’s chocolate orange, which my family eats every Christmas, that’s exactly what this martini tasted like. Then we went to Ketchup to eat some food, and we had pints.
We were going to call it a night at that point. The weather was awful. There was a gale going on, which is what happens when a hurricane blows across the ocean to Scotland. It’s not a full-force thing, but it’s still a major storm. I didn’t know what to expect, so we went back to our host’s. She basically yelled at us for being back by 9. She said that two 21 year old girls in Glasgow for the weekend needed to go out to fun places. She basically shoved us out the door so we would have fun. That’s what I’m going to tell myself, anyways.
We went to this pub that doesn’t have a name. It has a big, light bulb question mark as a sign out front. I found out from the bartender that they’re running it like a pop-up, so they don’t have a name. That particular night, there was live music. The band that interested us most played a bunch of songs that we knew from the Juno soundtrack. Their drummer didn’t show up, so they asked for one from the crowd. So some random guy named Fergus (how Scottish, right?) played the drum-box-thing for them for two or three songs, then drifted around the pub. The band finished their set. I saw Fergus. I was bored. I have no problem talking to strangers. So, somehow, I got him to sit down and drink with us. He was very nice. But then, one of the guitarists walked by. Fergus flagged him down. However, by the time he actually sat down with us, Fergus was long gone. Regardless, Matthew, the guitarist, sat down and had a drink with us. Then Martin, the singer guy, also sat down with us. Martin was wearing a kilt. Not kidding.
So here’s the truth. They were nice, funny blokes, and Amber and I were having a great time trying to figure out what these two very Scottish guys were trying to say to us. They invited us to another pub. We said yes. Got into a cab. Went to another pub. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “Mackenzie, how dare you!? These are strangers in a foreign country! That’s so dangerous!” Yes. It probably wasn’t the most responsible thing I’ve ever done. But I trusted them. My gut said it was fine. And it was. We went to another pub, drank another pint. They knew a lot of people there, and it was just fun. Amber and I left after they turned the lights on.
In between the drinking, we did do other things. We climbed the hill to the necropolis at the Glasgow Cathedral. We wandered around the University of Glasgow. But you have to understand that it basically didn’t stop raining for our entire visit. It was cold. I actually felt that the weather and temperature were more appropriate for December. I felt more comfortable with the climate in Glasgow than with what it’s been like in London. It’s still in the 50s here, which is so wrong for December. But Amber, my lovely travel companion, is from California. She can’t really handle the cold. Plus she was sick. So we did what we had to to stay warm.
I haven’t been a saint. Let’s be clear, I know I’ve been occupying my time with some questionable things. However, I’m 21. For being a 21 year old girl in a foreign country, I really haven’t been that awful. I’ve hit blackjack a few times, but I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. I’ve been really lucky because all of my experiences have been good. Embarrassing? Absolutely. But I wouldn’t trade them.
Here’s what I’ve learned. It’s important to always learn something from travel. I’ve learned that Scotland is absolutely the best place on Earth. It’s gorgeous. It has great food. It has whisky that I literally have found myself unable to say no to (I’ve said no to everything else at least once. I’m not an alcoholic…hopefully). People there are friendlier than in London. Prices aren’t so high. I’ve also learned that meeting the right people makes all the difference. If I had met the people I met in Glasgow in Edinburgh instead, I would have said hands down that Edinburgh is better than Glasgow. But instead I’ll say this: I had a better time in Glasgow than I did in Edinburgh. It wasn’t just the alcohol. It was the fact that I got out and really experienced life there. I enjoy Edinburgh more as a city. It’s undoubtedly prettier. But my experience there can’t touch my experience in Glasgow.
If I was given the chance to go back, I would. I wouldn’t hesitate for a second. If an opportunity came up to live there for a few years, I would take it. I don’t think I could move there permanently for various reasons that aren’t really relevant to this blog post, but I would love to go back to Scotland someday.
This was my last major trip of the semester, and for me, it was the best. Thanks for everything, Scotland!