
Sir Ernest Shackleton at Ocean Camp, Weddell Sea, 1915 (cropped from larger photograph) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Last week, we all learned a few interesting facts about Ernest Shackleton. If you skipped that episode, first of all, shame on you, but I forgive you. You still need to catch up. Click here to find out what everybody else except you knows. And then come back. We’ll wait for you.
Now …
Nearly 100 years later, restoration workers from the New Zealand Antarctic Heritage Trust discovered three crates of whisky (and two of brandy) frozen beneath Shackleton’s home base hut on Cape Royds of Ross Island. This, of course, caught the attention of whisky lovers around the globe.
And it came as no surprise to find a few key individuals scratching their noggins while debating the logistics and potential profitability. In the end, three bottles of “Rare old Highland Malt Whisky, blended and bottled by Chas. Mackinlay & Co.” were permitted to return to Scotland for analysis by Whyte & Mackay’s master blender, Richard Paterson, and James Pryde, the company’s chief chemist. Keen thespian that he is, Paterson handcuffed himself to the two coolers that housed the three bottles, allowing no room for Bond-like espionage to take place while flying home to the motherland. And it’s a good thing, too, because most of us know—whether from personal experience or from simply watching Daniel Craig on film—that the bulk of crimes take place on billionaires’ high security jets. It’s a regular occurrence on my travels. So, many thanks to Mr. Paterson for his painstaking care.
Now, everyone waited with baited breath for the results. Was it a single malt? A blended whisky? Would this reveal further truths about our salty seaman Shackleton?
After working their way through meticulous—and I’m sure delectable—scrutiny, it was determined that the whisky was likely a single malt from the now silent Glen Mhor, that it was aged in American sherry casks of white oak, that the water came from Loch Ness and the peat that smoked the barley originated from the Orkney Islands.
Yes, they were thorough.
Most of us might have simply popped the cork, taken a sip and declared it worthy. Most of us do not have instruction on how to handle rare malt whisky.
And lucky for some, Whyte & Mackay have allowed Richard Paterson to reproduce, to the best of his ability, a blend of whiskies to resemble, almost identically, old Shackleton’s preferred tipple.
A door to the past has been unlocked, and for those hoping to connect with this famous explorer, it’s almost like seeing Shackleton wave to you from the other side, beckoning you to join him.
For a more authentic experience, you might stop eating for three days, walk a dozen miles on your treadmill while pulling one hundred pounds behind you, down four cans of Red Bull, wrap yourself in the hide of one of your reindeer pelts from the basement, and stand for an hour or so in front of your open freezer, sipping a dram of the newly made malt.
It might not be exactly the same, but that’s not really the point.
The world has changed in the last century. The same challenges no longer exist. Even as the New Zealand Antarctic Heritage Trust diligently works to preserve the truth of those polar voyages, and the miraculous mix of science and art have been able to replicate the now celebrated whisky, no one will ever duplicate Ernest Shackleton. The giant ambition, the legendary man. Someone worth toasting.
Slainte!
Don’t forget to check out what’s cookin’ in the Scullery (here) and what I’ve been blethering on about this week (here).
More links to the whisky and its journey below.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-12216655
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-10972485
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-12221633
http://whiskythaw.canterburymuseum.com/
Great videos, and brilliant pictures. Almost like being there.
Wow. Brilliant post. As a chef and food historian I have always been fascinated by the history evolution of food and drink. I would walk bare foot across a Georgia blacktop in July to have a taste.
Oh, yeah, Benson. It is worthy. Blistered feet and all. And after a sip, the pain is no more. 🙂
Now I have to run out to my nearest package store and do some research.
blacktop. hot. bare-feet. well …. maybe …
how-so-some-ever: thanx for the research Ms. Peak! always fun to read about famous whiskies and w-occurences of yore. i only have the most-recent occurence, usually quietly at home.
Surely with all those start-up distilleries around you, there have got to be a plethora of whisky dinners or events to attend? Sometimes, quietly at home is all you want. Sometimes, rowdy and with others is what you need.
ya see ~ perhaps i havvit back-of-wards, but rowdy doesn’t exactly warrant “good” whiskey. last hockey game we got rowdy passing the flask of Canadian Club (at least THAT is one shelf up from the bottom)
One of these days, I hope you make it to Scotland, where the pubs are filled with no bottom shelves and the bow to a fiddle is the only kind of stick that sets the tone of “rowdy.” 🙂
i’ll play along with my “harp”