Triple Distilled Communications
A blog about whiskey and other matters of interest
Category: photography
I have a Nikon 3200 and kit lens. I have no idea how to use it.
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I often wonder why James Doherty did it. Why he decided to leave a good career in an international drinks giant to build a distillery in a remote part of Ireland. Sure, Irish whiskey was booming, but there were easier ways to make a buck off it – start a brand, flip it to a…
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Just outside the small Scottish village of Pencaitland, nestled in a pleasant green valley, lies Glenkinchie Distillery. It’s not an especially well known distillery, nor does it have much in terms of underground cred; I’ve never heard anyone speak in hushed tones about any bottlings, indie or otherwise, from there. It seems odd that for…
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I hadn’t been in Powerscourt House & Gardens since I was a child. My memories of it are vague – rolling down the grassy hills with my sister, getting lost in the Japanese gardens, and being scared by the statues of gods and monsters. Walking through the house and back out onto that incredible garden,…
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In the hills outside of Midleton lies the village of Clonmult. It is one of those blink-and-you-miss it places that is hard to find when you look for it, and passes by almost unnoticed when you drive through it. There isn’t a huge amount of things to see up there – the site of one…
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The zoo, museum, and Royal Mile.
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Three years ago I flew home from the Spirit Of Speyside with a heavy heart. After spending a week there, I was going back to the real world in the knowledge that I would never have the time or, more importantly, the money, to come back. I went back home, wrote a piece for the…
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All really is quiet on New Year’s Day. Watching the sun rise over Garryvoe with the little guys.