CELEBRATING THE LIFE OF THE ORIGINAL SCOT’S PLAYBOY.

Words by: DUNCAN QUINN
Photographs by: BYRON ATIENZA,
YUMNA AL-ARASHI
and NICOLAS RAMIREZ

A. Always.
B. Be.
C. Closing.

The holy trinity of selling. And Alex Baldwin does it well. Impossibly well. But another combination springs to mind which we decided to fully investigate in the balmy climes of Los Angeles while New York was buried in snow and ice.

Auchentoshan. Burns Night. Chateau.

For good measure we threw in a few other ABC’s. Aston Martin. Bowmore. Cohiba. And then went off piste spoiling everyone involved with spoons full of Pointy Snout Caviar and a fountain of Krug.

It’s become a family tradition to draw together a merry band of thieves to celebrate the life of the original Scot’s playboy, Robert Burns, in January every year. And when in need of an excuse for a party his greatest legacy may be not only his philosophical poetry but a fine excuse to gather together kindred spirits while imbibing some serious spirits.

Thus we ended up in Los Angeles to get to grips with a particularly fine Aston Martin DB9 in the mornings and a triumvirate of hand crafted and special scotch in the evenings.

Auchentoshan is one of only three surviving lowland malt whisky distillers. Triple distilled just north of Glasgow it was the easy starter for ten of the night closely followed by Glen Garioch and Bowmore. Suddenly Burns Night had turned into a haggis fueled whisky tasting. Bowmore Oyster shooters, haggis, bagpipes and carefully controlled chaos.

Highlights of the night? Johnnie Mundell the master of malt, a full haze of Cohiba Comidors at full steam, and an illicit run to No Vacancy to close them down for the night.

Words by DUNCAN QUINN