The blogosphere has been all abuzz for months with the antics of a mysterious anonymous presence known as The Whisky Sponge. This satirist writes with razor sharp wit and a dark palette (not palate - although maybe that too). The Sponge's target is the whisky world - particularly the puffed up, self important, bombastic, money grubbing, success oriented, and just dissipated parts. No personage is too esteemed, or (apparently) too trivial for The Sponge's depredations. Time and again these posts are repeatedly laugh out loud funny. Raucously hilarious, in fact. In the dark and often murderous and cannibalistic details of The Sponge's brilliant satire the comparisons with Swift are unavoidable. This stuff is so good that it almost veers into the terrain of literature - except manages to stay on the side of trashy fun.
In the blogosphere and social media channels of the Scotch whisky world this new comedy blog has hit with the impact of an atomic bomb. People speculate endlessly about the identity of this phantom. They also joyously post and discuss when their rivals are skewered - and twice as vigorously when they or their friends are roasted (and that's what is going on here, if you haven't picked up on that already, oh swift one). Pity The Sponge's primary targets, a few listed at random here out of the many many options: poor Blair Bowman (pierced as "Blow Hairman"), Victor Bagging Brierley (mangled brilliantly as "Victoria Shagging Barfly") Ralfy Mitchell - always presented as himself, Ian Buxton (who is abused as the hardly disguised "Liam Buxton"). Yes - these are all live links to various hilarious Sponge posts. This is just the tip of the iceberg. There are dozens of named references that are probably too inside for me to get - Yankee that I am.
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| Pity poor Jon Beach |
There have been close to half a dozen fawning links to Sponge posts in the closed Facebook group for whisky bloggers alone. After coming close to posting a plea for people to stop doing that, I was forced to it myself when The Sponge attacked my beloved #WhiskyFabric (a concept created by awesome Canadian whisky blogger Johanne McInnis - @whiskylassie) as captured in a Rob Gard interview - and the topic of a previous post here. The sponge also viciously attacks all of whisky blogging as well. This was too much for me. Last week I posted on the FB Whisky Bloggers group:
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| They are trying to stop the culling of Whisky Bloggers... |
“I’m completely excited. You guys will love what I’ve cooked up for you all. I’m going to get started right away with my first feature, it’s called Wanking For Whisky, basically I travel round the whisky festivals of the world with a bottle of Bowmore Bouquet and a camera goading impoverished whisky lovers to perform extreme and demeaning sex acts with the promise of the Bowmore. The funniest bit is that the bottle is just full of Drumguish. I’ve already arranged a meeting with some guy called Joshua at Whisky Live New York. He seems really keen, you should see some of the pictures he already sent me, I never even knew Bell’s Decanters were so versatile.”
http://whiskysponge.com/2013/10/15/adam-sandler-appointed-new-editor-of-whisky-magazine/
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| This time it's personal. |
I should be outraged - and INDEED I AM. But also, oddly, tickled pink that the VICIOUS EFFING SPONGE even knows I'm alive! I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE. But for the life of me I have no idea how. I certainly can't engage in satire. That would be like stepping into the ring with Mike Tyson.
FYI - for those who didn't catch the Bowmore Bouquet reference, here is Serge Valentin's tasting notes for the monster 1966 Bowmore Samaroli bottling (which earned a staggering 97!):
http://www.whiskyfun.com/archivefebruary06-1.html#140206
And, of course, even here The **EFFING** Sponge is mocking me - because I have publicly expressed desire for a taste of 1964 Bowmore for my Birthday next year (when I turn 50) - as 1964 is my birth year. The Sponge mocks me with the highest rating being not for the vaunted Bowmore Black, White, Gold, Fino, or crazy $14,000 crystal decanter one... but for the EFFING 1966 Samaroli (which might as well be a unicorn anyway - and isn't a 1964)! And, is it possible that The Sponge knows my secret weakness for Bell's - and even deeper weakness for hyper-mature Inchgower (the primary component of Bell's)? Many of my recent dramming partners know this - but I've never written about it on this blog. Is its network of spies that deep? What can I do?
I come to you, dear readers. Please suggest an avenue for me to grapple with this erudite and satirical Titan. Honor demands it. Leave your suggestions in the comments section below. Please...
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Update: Rob Gard suggests that the Sponge's allegation is perhaps deserved given my expression in Greenie D. McGee (@greenietravels)'s photo of me pouring Smooth Ambler at Whisky Fest:
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Update: Rob Gard suggests that the Sponge's allegation is perhaps deserved given my expression in Greenie D. McGee (@greenietravels)'s photo of me pouring Smooth Ambler at Whisky Fest:
