Review – Bothan, Lowland Single Malt, Sherry Expression, (No Age Stated), 43%
I went to see the film Longlegs. A number of acquaintances in a Fangoria Magazine forum recommended it. Admittedly, the movie was a prolonged burn. Nevertheless, a singular treat was offered at its midpoint, making it well worth the price of admission. Before telling you what it was, I should offer some explanation.
If there’s one thing a clergyman like me finds annoying, it’s the film industry’s absolute inability to get biblical things right. It wasn’t always this way. But it is now. And it’s not so much Hollywood’s need to rearrange accounts to fit whatever narrative they’re telling. It’s that they can’t even get the book’s essentials straight. For example, I once heard Genesis referenced by a supposed supernatural expert in a film as “the first chapter in the Bible.”
The Bible is a collection of sixty-six books. Genesis is the first book in the collection. It has fifty chapters.
Another ear-clawing mistake often heard or seen is the pluralizing of the Book of Revelation. It happens constantly. Driving Along in the Ectomobile in the 1984 film Ghostbusters, Winston Zeddemore asks Ray Stantz if he remembers something in the Bible about the dead rising from the grave. Before reciting the applicable text, Stantz says, “I remember Revelations 6:12….”
Ugh. Still, it gets worse.
Apparently, thirty-seven years and a budget of $75 million wasn’t enough to fix the mispronunciation. The same thing happened in the 2021 sequel Ghostbusters: Afterlife. Not only is Revelation pluralized in dialogue, but it’s slathered in giant print on a sign in front of Spengler’s farmhouse.
Why only hear it when you can read it, too?
Then along comes the low-budget horror film Longlegs. As I mentioned, right around the film’s midpoint, a gem is discovered. It happens during a quick bit of dialogue between the lead character “Lee Harker,” a younger female FBI agent portrayed as mildly autistic, and the character “Browning,” a more experienced female agent with a supportive but get-to-the-point demeanor. The interaction occurred like this:
Harker (reciting Revelation 13:1): “And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy….”
Browning (interrupting): “I know. The Book of Revelations.”
Harker: “Revelation. It’s singular. There’s no ‘s’.”
I turned to look at my son, Harrison, who was with me. He was already looking in my direction. He knew to expect my glance. We both grinned widely, doing all we could not to shout “Yes!” into the theater’s darkness. But what should you expect? When something’s creator is mindful of even the tiniest details, how could the eventual creation not be jubilation-worthy?
Consider the Sherry Expression edition from Bothan. Like Longlegs, this whisky is low-budget. And yet, it does not disappoint, if only for its care with the details.
The whisky’s most outstanding achievement is that it’s uniquely consistent compared to so many others. The palate does not mispronounce what’s pledged in the nose. Indeed, the wafting promise of spicy citrus becomes peppered tangerines in the mouth. The hovering sense of buttered toast crosses both boundaries, too. But before the carefully crafted scene can change, honey is added, and the spice is partially subdued. From there, the finish is swiftly pleasant, eventually revealing the concoction’s epicentral plot—which is to entice toward another pour.
A relatively inexpensive whisky, the Bothan Sherry Expression is worth your dollars.
To close, I should draw your attention to a relative detail concerning what I do here. I’ve mentioned in my whisky writings that each edition has its individual story. When I first purchased this one, a particular line of dialogue from Return of the Jedi kept casually falling from my lips. It was Mon Mothma who spoke concerning the second Death Star’s weakness and the Emperor’s location, saying, “Many Bothans died to bring us this information.”
I fully expected my review of this whisky to connect with this familiar and seemingly applicable utterance. But it didn’t. This is proof once again that each whisky—good or bad, carefully enunciated or poorly pronounced—has its own story to tell.
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