It was high-noon and I was sipping a Suntory Highball. While whisky cocktails are not my preferred means of imbibing whisky, I confess to have had more than a few decent concoctions in my time, such as the bourbon/rye-based mainstays a.k.a. the Old Fashion, the Sazerac, the Manhattan, and other such veterans of this century and the last. Blood and Sand never really did it for me, though, and while I am fairly certain that in the right hands someone could really turn it out, I just haven’t been able to get on board with the use of Scotch whisky in a cocktail. Nor, apparently, Japanese whisky for that matter.
Still, while Suntory’s attempt at a highball in a can (interesting idea in itself as I thought the highball, by definition, came in a tallish glass) didn’t really satisfy the taste buds in any sense of the word satisfy that I am intimately acquainted with, it did hit the spot about 5 minutes after I tossed the can. I have had one before, so I can’t say I didn’t know what I was getting into. I still walked into a store half a year later and specifically sought a can out, bought it, walked down the street and started sipping it. I would like to think that there is a point to this but there really isn’t. I am not going to attempt to shoe-horn the Highball into some half-hearted segue concerning some other issue. I drank it, it was a marginal experience, and I will probably do it again. And it is not like I don’t have access to excellent products by Suntory, because I do.
So why am I driven to occasionally drink the Highball? I like the fact that I have no idea. In fact, I like everything about the Suntory Highball, including the fact that I don’t think it tastes particularly good. Figure that one out. And for reasons I do not pretend to understand I see a canned highball on the horizon.