In Hungarian, I would say: De gustibus non est disputandum.
With apologies to Kant who claimed in the Third Critique that aesthetic
judgements are also universalizable (sort'a).
Don't know if Kant drank scotch at all them soirees at the mayor's
house, accompanied by the baker's daughter, his heart-throb.
Prost (with a dram of 15 yr old Oban), Walter
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On 2018-12-25 13:40, david ritchie wrote:
------------------------------------------------------------------On Dec 25, 2018, at 8:44 AM, Walter Okshevsky <wokshevs@xxxxxx> wrote:
Somebody gifts you a bottle of Laphroiag in appreciation of your beneficent efforts? What would they have given you had you caused them hurt or harm? But then, they may love the smell of diesel oil, old bandaids, rotting seaweed, (all official notes in the Michael Jackson Bible - not THAT Michael Jackson) and the taste of OMSW* chicken wings.
The Michael Jackson who once judged a beer I’d made, called Rumpy
Pumpy. Alas, it didn’t get a mention, honorable or no.
And yes, I like peaty whiskies with weird smells. Ancestors from the
Western Isles may be partly to blame.
I shall enjoy the Wodehouse reading.
David Ritchie,
in comparatively mild
Portland, Oregon
where ducks will be cooked
