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Benromach 21 Year Whisky Review

In Angel's Portion, Scotch Whiskey Reviews by Rev. Chris ThomaLeave a Comment

Benromach 21 Year Whisky BottleScanning the shelves of my favorite shop, my eyes beheld only the familiars, those I had seen so many times before. It was late. I was tired. I stopped in on the way home from a hospital visit, taking the chance that the proprietor, my friend Tony, would have a surprise in waiting. Finding nothing, in my downcast exhaustion, I decided on a familiar highland single malt, called for Tony, and then made my way to the register while reaching into my pocket to retrieve the sum total of my “Squirrel Fund” (which is the secret stash I keep hidden year ’round, feeding it every so often with single dollars and loose change).

And then in an instant, something happened. A wormhole opened in time and space, but only for a moment. Charged particles swirling and flashing, rumbling percussion wafting in misty gases from worlds unknown began circling the fluorescent lighting and threatening to destroy the establishment; we thought it was the end. But when the physical laws finally calmed and the bending plane receded, something had crossed over. I sensed its unfamiliar presence, something foreign to our world.

Drawn to the shelves that were still smoldering from the grand passage, my eyes discovered the strange visitor sitting lofty high and tucked between the familiars. I asked him his name.

Benromach 21,” he said softly, leaning out from behind the other familiars who were watching very carefully. He asked, “Where am I? What is this place?”

“You are in Michigan, in Locke’s,” I responded.

“Michigan? Locke’s?”

“You’ve never been here before, have you?”

“No.”

“Tis true, weary traveler. I am an ambassador in this land and I’ve never set eyes upon you. I pray that you are a kindly and enjoyable soul, visiting us in peace?”

“I am.”

“Wonderful. I kindly ask that you would be my guest. My home is as yours.”

“Thank you,” he said with a smooth and settled spirit. Let us depart because I believe my time here to be very short.”

“Surely not,” I said quietly to myself. But he was right.

Benromach is a rarity. Michigan is a vast but restrictive wasteland ruled by an evil and ironhanded Liquor Control Commission. As far as I can tell, Benromach was granted entrance but once and since then, unduly forbidden. It saddens the heart since I know from experience that this particular Benromach resident is full and golden, bearing warm and soothing sonnets of spice and sherry.

In the days since our first meeting, I’ve learned that the Benromach distillery met with extinction in the 1980’s. But in the storehouses, a remnant survived, lying in wait for a generous ruler to revive what was a glorious 100-year history of whisky regalia. In 1998, Charles, the Prince of Wales, did just that.

This particular friendship required $70 of me, and it is indeed one of my most cherished. Since then, I’ve not seen this edition available in Michigan, and with that, I am only able to visit with him every so often so that his residence is carefully extended. I have, however, seen the Benromach 21 available in other states for about $140. Do you think that if we got enough signatures, Prince Charles would entertain an invitation to come to Michigan and serve as our Governor?


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Rev. Chris Thoma

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Reverend Christopher I. Thoma is a husband, father, author, and Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod pastor serving a congregation in Michigan. He is allergic to sharks, has a 4th-degree black belt in Monopoly, is bored by scary movies, and drives a Jeep Wrangler he wishes was the Millennium Falcon.

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