A sacred calf of scotch, Glenfiddich is a solid drink that gets by a little too much on reputation. Like an aging closer, it will knock certain people over just with its name; drink enough scotch and you'll find that this drink suffers by comparison to the other single malt heavyweights.
The best aspect of this drink is the smoothness - creamier than a blow-addicted stripper's thigh. This elegance is enhanced when taken on the rocks, but this further exploits the only true weakness of this drink - the lack of real balls. The absence of any peat on your palate makes for a refined but sometimes unfulfilling experience.
Glenfiddich is best enjoyed after a long day in the boardroom eviscerating your subordinates, or in the shade of a tall oak tree with your mistress (be sure to use her lower back as a coaster).
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