Originally Posted by Matto ELITE
Originally Posted by Piobaire
Nice. Did you use the macallan ice ball maker or another?
I saw one of those Macallan Ball Makers used at this incredibly vapid yet tony DC hotel I stayed at for business, where a stunning yet somewhat disaffected hostess wheeled it over (very slowly -- if you move too quickly, the facade of cool might break) on a cart along with my Balvenie, which was already resting in a perfectly good Glencairn glass.
She leaned over the device and pushed up and down on its 'Macallan' emblazoned handle in a rhythmical, vaguely sexual and incredibly bored manner, then lifted the top to reveal a sphere of white ice. I didn't understand this show, nor why the ice was white. Regardless, it was removed and placed in a tumbler, whereupon the Balvenie was poured on top. This performance was apparently an apology for the :30 minutes it had taken to get my scotch, as no one else in my party had received the same treatment, despite ordering far more expensive whisky. I'm not sure, but I believe that I was in some way supposed to be impressed. The little tumbler struggled to hold the ice ball and my whisky, just as I struggled not to spill it as she handed it to me. Then I noticed a funny thing. My scotch was bubbling. Scotch does many wonderful things, but bubbling is not one of them. I deduced the bubbling was on account of the white iceball inside, which was frozen so quickly that air was trapped inside and released by the melting of the successive layers.
The experience was incredibly bizarre, and I reflected upon it a month later, at a cocktail bar in Tokyo. I had just ordered a vintage sherried Karuizawa whisky. I was presented with two to taste in crystal nosing glasses. After I had made my selection, our wonderful bartender Kaori Kurakami took a frosted ice ball from her freezer with tongs, placed it in a tall, tapered crystal tumbler and poured 2 oz of my Karuizawa on top. As the whisky hit the frosted ice, the submerged part instantly disappeared because it went completely clear. Completely. Clear as the immaculately polished crystal tumbler. My jaw dropped a little, I think. Kaori-sama then deftly rotated the ice with the fork end of her cocktail spoon, and the already seemingly-spherical ice became perfectly spherical before my eyes as the corners of the tiny facets melted off. The glass was placed in front of me, along with the bottle of scotch for my inspection. Each step was performed by Kaori-sama with great care and immense pride. The perfectly clear ice ball had been carved by her own hands earlier that day from a huge block.
So, no, too-cool-for-school DC hostess, I was not impressed by your performance and bubbling ice ball. Not impressed at all.
Anyway, I am on the quest for perfectly clear ice. It is too freaking awesome. Not implying, Piob, that your ice bubbles; the thing I was served was like a snowball.