With The World Set To End…
I’m not one to relive past mistakes; although I seem to have made a few, probably more than a few, maybe likely more than my fair share…but not when it comes to the upcoming apocalypse. Now, I’m not talking that Chicken Little “the sky is falling” overreaction thing again, and yes…I may have gotten it wrong in 1997 when I was trying to hitch a ride on Comet Hale-Bopp…and I may have reacted excessively in 2000 with the Y2K total collapse of society…and then again in 2011 with the near miss of Earth from Comet Elenin…but given the amount of media attention on this Mayan prediction, I truly believe this is the BIG ONE! Thanks to some sage Mayan calendar writer we have been foretold exactly when the end of days is going to happen….. December 21, 2012. This day is fast approaching and rather than dwell on how unfair the whole thing is, I say when life gives you llamas, make llamanade. Now is the time to stock up and head for the hills.
One of the essentials for surviving in this bold new world would of course be Single Malt Scotch Whisky. It doesn’t have an expiration date, tastes great, doesn’t freeze, it’s great for cuts and it’s real good for lifting your spirits after you have to shoot some of your close friends that neglected to heed the call of the oncoming catastrophe or worse, may have turned into some flesh eating, half dead rum drinker.
The real question, of course, is which single malts would be the preferred tipple of choice of the modern survivalist. Well, to aid the decision making process, the following is a list of single malt whisky paired to the particular impending calamity;
POLAR SHIFT – This would signal the coming of the third Ice Age and bring on a real bitter cold…like living through an Edmonton winter. Peat is what is needed to combat the frozen chill, peat and plenty of it. The peat smoke lets you know you’re alive and the warm finish stays with you all the way down to your icy toes. Recommendation would be: Peated whisky or a really strong drink.
Curt: Ardbeg Supernova SN2010 60.1% abv
NOSE: Uh…have to get back to you when my singed nostrils regain sensitivity. Kidding aside…a true face-melter. Nearly impenetrable smoke and dense peat reek. Freshly ground black peppercorn and BBQ. Salt. Tangy lemon. Chocolate. Tar and asphalt.
TASTE/PALATE: Smoke and pepper. Oily and salty. Anise. Brine. Liquid Smoke. Cola with a citrus twist.
FINISH: Will linger till the end of days (as few as there may now be).
ASSESSMENT: Not sure whether this will numb you deeper than the Arctic chill, or melt anything frozen within miles. Either way? P-p-p-p-p-please may I have s-s-s-s-ome more?
Don Tse: Scotch Malt Whisky Society 53.151 / Chinese Hercules 10-years old, refill bourbon hogshead, 58.0% abv from Islay
NOSE: Salt, alcohol, charcoal briquettes and a hint of bacon fat. If you threw some freshly printed mimeograph pages onto a charcoal fire and used that fire to fry up some bacon, you’d have a aromas pretty similar to this complex dram.
TASTE/PALATE: Bacon fat, charcoal smoke and salt-cured meats.
FINISH: Medium. The smoke fades, though some remains present throughout, allowing the flavours of oil and fatty meats to shine. Mmm…pork chops…
ASSESSMENT: The vast majority of Caol Ila expressions can be spotted from a mile away and this one is no exception. This expression is a meatier, less smoky Caol Ila. But make no mistake, the smoke is still there to warm you on a cold Canadian, southern hemisphere night.
GIANT SOLAR FLARE – Think of the great tan you’d get followed by the dropping of a few body parts due to an excess of sunshine units. When I think of too much radiation I think of inbred hillbillies…and what’s the best way to stave off the effects of those long sunny days? Well, I would have to say it would be a light sweet vanilla refreshing minty drink that can only come from a first fill bourbon American Ozark mountain oak cask. Recommendation would be: Whisky from a bourbon hogshead barrel, a bourbon or a really sweet drink.
Roger Hanks: Bruichladdich Redder Still 1984 50.5% abv
NOSE: Fruity with a floral touch but the vanilla is there.
TASTE/PALATE: Creamy smooth, sweet with fruit and vanilla, a nice balance.
FINISH: The oak comes to the surface with a little smoke. Mouth drying.
ASSESSMENT: A nice easy drinking whiskey even at 50.5%. The vanilla from the Bourbon barrels is there. The wine finish gives it a different colour (radish orange) and would have contributed to the fruity floral notes. Definitely a winner.
Maltmonster: Glen Scotia 1977 33 Years Old September 5, 1977 – June 17, 2011 Matured in a Hogshead Cask #2751 Bottle #115 of 159 52.0% abv Bottled by Signatory
NOSE: Peaches, tropical fruit, honeycomb, marzipan and a little doughy. Wonderful nose with lovely fruits that mostly comes from older casks of the seventies. You might want to nose this before you apply your sunblock 1,020 for the day.
TASTE/PALATE: Creamy vanilla, lots of fruit, melons, milk chocolate with a little bourbon mint and cinnamon.
FINISH: Medium to long. Very pleasant and a balanced malt. Just remember the meek shall inherit the earth – after the whisky drinkers are through with it.
ASSESSMENT: Now if you did manage to survive the extreme radiation, then I think the first order of business (after a nice malt whisky, of course) would be to redo all the lyrics to those happy sunny day songs ……………………. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say It’s not all right. Bad day sunshine, bad day sunshine, I need to run when the sun is out. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me blister, sunshine in my eyes can make me blind. I’m walking on sunshine, I’m walking on sunshine and it’s starting to make me feel sick.
FYI: Unfortunately with all the intense radiation it could cause damage to any unprotected whisky. So remember to put any bottles deep in the basement away from any windows and out of sight from any three eyed messed up DNA mutants hillbillies that might want to harm you or worse ……..steal your whisky.
Gord “g-man” Henke: Bulleit Bourbon Frontier Whiskey 45% abv Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey
NOSE: Marshmallows, vanilla ice cream and caramel covered raisins.
TASTE/PALATE: Caramel and vanilla, creamy, viscous, some citrus, a bit of the rye comes out in the corn.
FINISH: Somewhat long with a little heat. Slightly less peppery than 100% rye would be.
ASSESSMENT: This is the bourbon that Ian McShane’s Al Swearengen served throughout HBO’s Deadwood series. That alone would warrant a tasting. It was also a tribute to a family recipe lost over 150 years ago and has had great success throughout North America ever since. I enjoy this whiskey for its sweet nose and mellow taste. As bourbons go, it’s easy drinkin’, not overly bold, affordable, available and in my opinion quite enjoyable.
J Wheelock: Isle Of Jura Boutique Barrels 1996 Bourbon Cask 56.5% abv
NOSE: Vanilla (naturally), some citrus plays around the edges, hints of cinnamon and warm toffee notes
TASTE/PALATE: Burst of warmth, slowly developing into a much more fruity dram than expected. Undercurrents of classic American oak vanillin playing in two-part harmony with the welcome heat.
FINISH: Lengthy, gentle cinnamon spice and ever-so-slight bitterness on the back of the palate. Excellent for a post-feast comtemplative sipper.
ASSESSMENT: Classic Jura can be a good “starter” whisky, in every respect of the term. This offering is less “Angels peeing on my tongue” and more “Fire in the Sky”. Finally – a focus on using Small Batch Bourbon casks sourced from Kentucky and a higher abv have made Jura burn brighter than ever.
ZOMBIES – What can I say? It’s possible. Hollywood seems to support the idea, and I have always trusted Hollywood. Now, I’m old school and my understanding of the playing field has always been that Vampires don’t glitter in the sun and Zombies, although very persistent, still move slow but are attracted to sound and possibly smell. So what to do? Well, I wouldn’t go with a rum finished whisky for fear this odd flavor may actually attract them. I would think triple distilled whisky would be the answer; the less the impurities, the less they would sense your presence. Recommendation would be: Triple distilled whisky, Irish whiskey or a drink with less impurities.
Maltmonster: Auchentoshan Valinch 2011 57.5% abv Lowland Triple Distilled
NOSE: Oranges, oranges and more oranges. Ripe tangerines, lemon. Creamy vanilla and a little floral. So fresh and so vibrant and so very, very much alive.
TASTE/PALATE: Honey sweet, oranges, cherries and strawberries. Bourbon mint and caramel. (As I bit into the dead ripe nectarine, it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable ……………….until I realized it wasn’t a nectarine at all, but a human head). Unless you want your head to become that sweet nectarine to a Zombie or become a manwich, you better stick with the triple distilled malts.
FINISH: Medium. Very drinkable…hard to belive this is a cask strength bottling.
ASSESSMENT: I have never really fully embraced the younger versions of Auchentoshan malts until now. Thanks to the DEAD-ication of Suntory/Morrison Bowmore Umbrella Corporation we finally get a great younger Auchentoshan, and at cask strength which is outstanding. Remember…after the Zombie apocalypse…when you think you have someone eating out of your hand, you better count your fingers.
NOTICE: If the Zombie apocalypse were to happen and if AF were to turn or was about to turn or I suspected he was going to turn (bit of a judgment call on my part) then I invoke the right of Primoris Rudimentum (Latin for first attempt) dealing with him with extreme prejudice, to help him achieve a more restful state.
Curt: Laphroaig Cask Strength Batch 001 57.8% abv
Never one to play by the rules, I had to put a different spin on the Maltmonster’s approach to handling the impending zombie apocalypse (oh yes, friends…it will happen). Sorry, Maltmonster…sometimes a little out-of-the-box thinking is required to best these mindless bastards.
Fellow zombie nerds will know right where I’m heading with this one. In order to order their escape from a horde of slathering cannibals in Episode 2 (infamously titled ‘Guts’) of Season 1 in AMC’s The Walking Dead, Rick and the gang resort to one of the most brutally disgusting bits of brilliance I’ve ever seen in zombie canon. The hack apart a dead walker, lather themselves up in the reek of death and decay and stroll out amid the hordes of flesh eaters. Seemingly smelling more of their own…the zombies leave ‘em alone.
So…in homage…my whisky selection will take the same approach.
The plan…disguise my inherent purity (yeah…right!) by pouring dram after dram of strong Islay malt, full of the pungent peat reek of decaying organic matter down my throat. This, all in the attempt to walk among them undetected, possibly smelling even more strongly than the dead. In honor…
Laphroaig Cask Strength Batch 001
NOSE: Smoke and brine. Cocoa. Iodine. Tar. Burnt and fishy. Sweet and candy-ish (sour ju-jube?). Capers. Lime candy and…uh…cannabis? Caramel apple. Ash. Dill, honey and white chocolate.
TASTE/PALATE: Sweet and smoky as hell. Like chewing farm-fresh barley. Black licorice. Hefty, hefty smoke notes. Oily and viscous. And some fish.
FINISH: Poached apple, salted meat, oak, tobacco and tart fruit skin. Long, long linger.
ASSESSMENT: The smell of this one certainly deters the living…why the hell not the dead?!
Davin de Kergommeaux Glenlugie* nas, “The Zombie Killer” abv unknown.
NOSE: Wafting whiffs of damned near everything. Damned, I tell you, damned! Sherry, cognac, rum, red wine, white wine, peat, no peat, malt, no malt, napkins, bottled who knows what, and unbottled tap water.
TASTE/PALATE: Not so much integrated as congealed, and with a slippery mouthfeel, it goes down in a single gagging glug, glug, glug. There’s no stopping; it’s all one lump.
FINISH: Not nearly soon enough.
ASSESSMENT: Behind the tasting tent and ¾ through a second bottle of Satan, I heroically seize the challenge to taste the dump bucket. Age statements tell of the youngest whisky in the blend, so best to call this nas – age as uncertain as a Zombie invader’s. And this happenstance vatting of glory knows what could be anywhere from 15 to 65% abv. It’s a little of everything and little of anything. Disturbing? Yes! Disgraceful? Even more so! But will it bring a Zombie to a disgusted full stop? Dead in its tracks I tell you, as dead in its tracks as I now wish the Beelzebub had done to me. If only he can hold the bucket to his lips without a hand falling off, we live to dram again.
*not to be confused with Glenugie. Or maybe exactly that…
LARGE METEOR IMPACT OR SUPER VOLCANO – Both come with a nuclear winter scenario, with permanent dark ash-filled skies and acid rain. Very similar to living in Vancouver or Victoria, with their permanent dark cloud cover (although they don’t have acid rain, they do however have acid-crazed hippies from the seventies which can appear threatening). The only way to fight back against the lack of sunshine would be to have a malt with added favor, like that imparted from a first fill sherry European oak cask, this would be enough to improve your mood to get you through another dark day. Recommendation would be: Whisky from a sherry barrel or finished in a sherry barrel or intense wine finish whisky.
Phil Aldred: Glengoyne Ewan’s Choice, one of a series of single cask bottlings from the Glengoyne Stillmans’ range. Wood type: Sherry Puncheon
Cask: #441 Bottle: 406/600 Strength: 51.5% Distilled: 13 April 1986 Bottled: May 2005 Gold Medal winner in the Malt Maniacs Awards, 2005
COLOUR: Dark walnut with golden highlights. Flashes of brilliant burgundy when held to the light.
NOSE: Christmas cake in a glass. Dried fruits, with mulled wine and cloves providing balance, and fleeting hints of leather and mocha.
TASTE/PALATE: Not surprisingly, dried fruits dominate the flavor – raisins, sultanas and prunes. Some early drying which subsides as the rich luscious fruit layers return.
FINISH: Exceptionally long and warming. This whisky is guaranteed to sustain through the longest nuclear winter.
ASSESSMENT: Not an overly complex whisky, but very elegant and stylish. The palate is firm but deftly avoids the overwhelming sweetness found in some sherry heavyweights. Considering the limited quantities and the fact that it is jealously guarded by those few who are fortunate enough to have acquired a bottle, this is a little-known gem. What a pity so few bottles were made, and even fewer remain.
CHRISTOPHER COLLOM: Ardbeg Corryvreckan 57.1% abv
NOSE: Salt, smoked meats, pine needles, raw oysters and seaweed, even a hint of vanilla (believe it or not). Medicinal. Did I mention brine du mer?!
TASTE/PALATE : Got this off the web, and actually agreed with it — though not verbatim (rare indeed. I will concur with Andrew Ferguson’s notes more often than not, but rumor has it that he gets those sent to him by Maltmonster! OK, now I’m just dropping names.):
“Chewy peppered steak soaked in pepper sauce with the tang of crispy seaweed; black tarry espresso coffee that coats the palate with rich dark fruits (blackcurrants, blueberries and cherries) and bitter almonds; as the taste soaks in deeper, star anise and hickory emerge.”
FINISH: More hot pepper sauce, bing cherries, chocolate, coffee even. Might remind one of SMWS 33.114 (Sweet versus Savoury), or 33.70 (Keith Richards Meets Socrates), if you are lucky enough to have hovered around those single barrel offerings from Edinburgh.
ASSESSMENT: Maybe our visit to the Ardbeg distillery in 2009 is too much bias to overcome, … but the peat, Macleod! The PEAT! I’ve even forgiven them for distributing Corryvreckan in Canada (despite claims of an Islay-exclusive status whilst in the good company of Mickey Heads). Jim Murray hasn’t mumbled much about this Ardbeg, but then again he didn’t know about it at the time he was giving the 10 year old it’s third consecutive WWOTY crown. C’est la vie. Or, as they say in Gaelic … ” Sin é an saol .” Malt Advocate thought otherwise in ’09 — t’was their whiskey of the year!
Naming this after a whirlpool ties nicely into local lore, but to see the tempest without traveling to the Inner Hebrides, just rent and watch “I Know Where I’m Going” (1945); among the greatest post-WWII black and white films EVER! Yes, the Corryvreckan is in there.
and the protagonist even has a dram, if I recall correctly. Too bad they didn’t have as refined a single malt as THIS back in the day, eh … slainte!
Jeff Paterson: Glenfarclas 105 – 10 Years, 60.0% ABV, Speyside
NOSE: Dense oak, round sherry and shellac, maple/caramelized sugar. There’s also a persistent floral note, reminiscent of Nadurra Triumph. Beautiful amber +3, with razor-thin legs and molasses tears.
TASTE/PALATE: This is where the sherry shines, sweet and medium dry. Oak and tannins are somewhat neutral, but this improves with water, as does the mouthfeel. Not as complex as the nose, but holds the ABV better.
FINISH: Long and dry with an even fall-off, coming to a conclusion rather than just… the bitter end.
ASSESSMENT: As Guy Fawkes said, a desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy, but this one is a 90-class mixed blessing, coming with its own sensory ABV-EMP if you crowd it or try it neat. The cork on mine started to decay in the neck. On Oct. 2, 2012, the Grants launched a 20-year-old version for tactical use – the age of the smart sherry bomb has arrived.
Andrew Ferguson: Glenfarclas 1997 KWM Family Cask 56.3% abv & Glenfarclas Chariman’s Reserve 175th Anniversary 43 y.o.
Your average visitor to Yellow Stone National Park, transfixed by the beauty of the landscape, the wildlife and the McGeysers is blissfully unaware of the smoldering lava-bomb ticking away beneath their feet. Every 70 to 100 thousand years the Yellow Stone caldera erupts ejecting 1000 times the ash and lava of Mount St. Helens. A blast wave destroys everything in a several hundred kilometer circumference, ash falls several meters thick over an area of tens of thousands of kilometers, skies darken cooling the planet for decades giving rise to a nuclear winter or mini ice age. Crops fail, forests burn and all of sudden everyone is pining back to the good old days when you could follow your favourite celebrity’s self-destruction on Twitter. Most concerning of all, we are due for another eruption.
With such a dire (short term) and bleak (longer term) future ahead, what whisky would be best to soften your harsh new reality? The answer is both one and twofold and always Glenfarclas. If Hollywood can be trusted, and I think Charlie Sheen has shown it can be, the super volcano apocalypse would begin with a short but violent burst lasting around a week.
This first week or party period would be a feast for both the eyes and ears, not unlike a series of YouTube rants by a Grand Warlock. Such an exciting and dramatic event would need a strong whisky to calm the nerves and flavours to contrast with the ashy-smoke clogging your lungs. Some might think a peaty malt would be in order to compliment the newly smoky air, but contrast is the way to go. I can think of no better whisky for this scenario than the Glenfarclas 1997 KWM Family cask. This Oloroso sherry cask matured whisky is very nutty and candied with leather and tobacco notes. Dried dark fruits make for a long pleasant finish, which is good, because clean potable water with which to rinse after brushing will henceforth be harder to find. Added bonus, the 56.3% abv will allow the whisky to double as a disinfectant in a post-apocalyptic world.
The second or scenic period will begin a week to a month after the start of this new geologic age. Those of us without Tiger Blood in the veins will quickly succumb to the post party depression and give up. Sure the sunsets will be magnificent for the next couple of decades, but that won’t make up for the dust storms, raging forest fires or lack of new “winning” moments. You need a whisky to balance things out, something with a sense of history and place to anchor you while you adjust to your new post Two and a Half Men Reality. For this you need the Glenfarclas Chairman’s Reserve 175th Anniversary. This 43 year old whisky has all the classic elements of a good older whisky and none of the more negative elements (too much oak, bitterness and excessive price) The Chairman’ Reserve is a marriage of four casks collectively 175 years of age. The palate is round and full with enormous depth and complexity. Dark Christmas cake notes, Cuban cigar tobacco, rich dark spices, layer upon layer of fruit and treacle sauce too.
A super volcano event like a new Charlie Sheen outburst is not just a possibility but a reality; it is just a matter of time. If the discovery channel can be trusted it could happen tomorrow.
…and finally…I had to save the piece de resistance for last. Our mate with the soul of a poet, Jonathan Bray put together a brilliant little piece worthy of its own showcase…
Jonathan Bray: Stranahan’s Snowflake Paladise Cask Finish Colorado Whiskey 47% abv
Giant Solar Flare
Snowflakes…. I used to curse the sight of them after endless months of frigid Winter. How I wish now to close my eyes with an upturned face and feel the soft caress of gently falling snow and the fresh invigorating aroma of blanketed pines.
Awaking with a start I roll out of the superheated beam of blazing light piercing through a jagged crack in the rock. Also scurrying away from the searing shard and looking decidedly worse for wear are my beleaguered companions Barry, Curt and Pat. Blessed with fortune and giving us pause to reflect on the random nature of survival, the four of us blissfully unaware of the impending End of Days Apocalyptic phenomenon about to descend, were on a Whisky hike through the majestic Rocky Mountains.
Not wanting to mix whisky and anything even remotely challenging we had sauntered through easy trails and soft pine needle laden paths reaching our first stop the Cave and Basin in Banff.
Wondering if a few drams of choice whisky would induce a miraculous sighting of the almost extinct Banff Springs snail we had slipped packs and proudly produced each of us a special bottle in the hopes of wowing and amazing our whisky crazed peers.
It started as a bright flash that lit up the open expanse of the cave mouth and instantly overloaded our retinas sending sharp pain lancing through even the insulating layers of just consumed whisky. Snatching up our packs we began scrambling back and away from the superheated sunlight as we retreated deeper into the recesses of the cave. After our panicked spelunking excursion Barry the Apocalyptic expert among us confidently gave voice to answer our bewildered looks of questioning horror. “Giant Solar Flare”.
Faced with the enormity of the realization that we were now in a post-Apocalyptic world we took stock of our situation and more importantly our resources for further survival.
Given the nature of the day trip and the overwhelming emphasis on whisky being the key ingredient of the experience, we began to take stock of the rations on hand. We all realized that a couple of meager cheese portions along with a sliced French Baguette and a single link of cabanossi, was not going to go far amongst the four of us.
How long then could we expect to survive in a cave devoid of any nutrition beyond what we had on hand? The tourist area beyond the cave entrance once complete with a café laden with delectable goodies was now nothing but a wasteland of debris and baked earth seared beyond recognition by the intensity of the biggest Solar Flare in Earth’s History. Given the rarity of a snail sighting in the warmth of the cave’s natural mineral spring we weren’t expecting escargot supplements to come into the survival equation.
With Oakley Thermonuclear Protection Pat was able to venture closer to the mouth with his ever present camera and take only a few hurriedly snapped photos before the heat and glare drove him back to our subterranean prison. The pictures as seen through the small LCD screen of Pat’s formidable SLR showed the utter devastation of the outside environment and squashed all hopes of venturing out.
Resigned to our fate we made ourselves as comfortable as possible on our packs with whisky glasses in hand we began what we expected would be our last whisky experience.
Bringing forth a cherished bottle each in turn poured healthy drams and waxed lyrical about what little we could see of the color in the gloom of the recessed interior along with what seemed to be a heightening of our other senses allowing for what we all agreed was an epiphany that seemed to define our search for the perfect dram.
Coming to my turn I pulled out my bottle of Stranahan’s Snowflake Paladise Cask Finish Colorado Whiskey. This lovely Whiskey is distilled from 100% Rocky Mountain Barley with nothing else but yeast, Rocky Mountain Water and passion.
1 of only 156 bottles, bottled at 47% without chill filtration or any coloring. Beginning its life in new American white oak for 2 years and 2 months it was then transferred into white Hungarian oak previously used to mature Sonoma Red Wine to complete its maturation.
Deep amber color infused with a subtle red hue when held up against the backlight of our now defunct i-phones.
NOSE: Bananas Foster with hints of caramelized orange. Warm and inviting, the nose just draws you in. With patience more subtle influences swirl into focus, Meyer lemon, a whiff of subtle clove and vanilla.
TASTE/PALATE: Creamy mouth-feel with dark orange chocolate undertones. Caramel toffee and roasted almond appear with background sweetness – creamed honey?
FINISH: Lingering and touching on soft dry tannins, reminiscent of some red wine influence. Definitely feels a lot older than it is with rolling fruitcake and bitter orange marmalade evolving over a lengthy finale that makes this one extremely yummy whiskey.
ASSESSMENT: Like its namesake this Snowflake is a unique and beautiful creation that exemplifies why Stranahan’s rose from a backyard boutique distillery to be bought out by Proximo Spirits last year. I just hope Jess was able to have fun spending his money before roasting like a marshmallow on a campfire under the instantly radiating pulse of torching flame.
With our tasting done, bottles empty and meager rations consumed all were in agreement that walking out to face the world one last time would be preferable to being forced to draw straws for who was to become the next meal. Settling in for our final night in the cave I eventually drifted off into a contented sleep and dreamt about Snowflakes…..
Now…come December 22, 2012, if the world as we know it has not changed, then no big deal, at least you will have some great single malts to enjoy for any occasion. A peated malt for a cold winter’s day, refreshing bourbon vanilla malt for a warm summer’s day, a triple distilled malt for before dinner and a hardy sherry malt for after dinner. Just remember, if this Armageddon doesn’t materialize then at the very least you will have the jump on being prepared for the next major event…
MEGA-FLOODING from the collapse of the West Antarctic Ice Sheet in 2016!!! (For which we will start to take advanced bookings and deposits December 23, 2012 on the new and improved “ Titanic Ark 2”).
– Your humble drudge, Maltmonster