One recent morning I consumed more than $600 in whisky. It didn’t take long. One gulp, to be precise, though “gulp” might be an overstatement. The sample, drawn from a small vial, measured 5 millilitres, equal to 1/140th the size of a full bottle, hardly enough to stain the bottom of a glass and, more frustrating, barely sufficient to wet my tongue.
—Beppi Crosariol, “What does a 55-year-old, $94,000 whisky taste like?”