Blending is a fine art
I remember when I was in college, one fine morning gone for a picnic with some classmates of mine to a place Girjia close to Ramnanagr (now in Utranchal). After taking bath in pure and cold water of Ramganga river, and visiting Girjia Devi Temple on a small island admist the river, picnickers thought of some macho things brought a bottle of 'sharab', any nondescripive kind of rumor whisky I do not remeber now , asked me also to sip a glass of that macho drink. i refused to oblige, my first question was which brand it is , they were not sure, for them it is sharab so a macho drink that is good enough. My case was silghtly different. My Dad was very fond of quality drinks and used to keep good stock of foreign brands and in fact he was the one who offered me my first glass of beer and painstakingly explained on that day about finer difference among whisky, rum, gin, beer, wine, brandy, highland blends, lowland potions of Scotland. So as an arrogant young spirit expert refused ...
