Of Nurturing and Inspiration

Confession: I do not like the Glenmorangie’s Original 12-year single malt whiskey. I find the flavour too mellow and doesn’t stand against the harshness of the alcohol. But that doesn’t make it a bad whiskey.

When I was twelve, I was harsh and obnoxious too. At age 31 today, I’m still obnoxious, but I have other merits which balance it out. Similarly, the Glenmorangie Original, when nurtured a certain way, would also bear something that has a different, more palatable personality; and my favourite among them is the Glenmorangie Astar. I would describe the flavour as multi-faceted and intense.

The Glenmorangie Original inspires the Astar and more – the soundwave of Glenmorangie being poured into a crystal glass inspired renowned architect and interior designer Philip Michael Wolfson to design the (rather unique yet functional) SOUNDFORM Fluid bar.

Some wonderful things in life you get to experience regularly, while others perhaps only once. Perhaps the SOUNDFORM Fluid bar is something that I’d only ever see once, which I did at the North Atrium of The Gardens Mall in April; but perhaps I would get to behold the unique functional sculpture again someday.

Whatever the case, I do hope that the chance to taste of the Glenmorangie Astar would not be something that passes too soon; and when I do get the chance to sit down with my Astar, it would be in the silence and solitude, for that is where I get inspired.

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The Good Life

This morning, following a night of uninhibited intake of white wine and soda water, I was reminded that there’s a difference between appreciating a good drink and appreciating insobriety. As my head buzzes with discomfort, memories take me back to the days when I first began to push the limits of getting ultimately wasted. I was young and naive, and didn’t know better when I was taught to mix my whisky with soft drinks. For those who fail to see the sin in this, I envy their youth while I laugh in mockery of their naivete.

There is a certain sanctity about good food and drink, and I respect it. I would never order a steak well-done; I would never eat pork ribs with chilli sauce; and I would never drink a good whisky with cola. I respect good food as a product of plenty of thought; with every process purposeful and not mere afterthoughts. It is this same philosophy that is practiced by Glenmorangie in making their whiskys.

Slow-growing white oaks from the Ozark Mountains in Missouri, USA grow over a century before they are selected and harvested, and aged naturally for another 2 years before being made into casks that will be used to age Glenmorangie whisky for 10 years to yield their original whisky. Glenmorangie even controls their quality so meticulously, that they even went all the way as to purchase the natural spring where they source the water used in their whisky; just to ensure that every single aspect of their whisky is exactly as they would have it. No detail is overlooked in getting it exactly as they want it to be. All those years and carefully-thought details just to produce a whisky that Glenmorangie would pride themselves on. They would call “Unnecessarily Well Made”.

I think we could all stand to learn something from Glenmorangie; that is, if you’re going to do something, do it so well that it seems almost unnecessary. After all, I’ve never believed a good life can come from settling for mere necesseties; and make no mistake – it’s all about the good life.

Reflecting their philosophy of “Unnecessarily Well Made”, Glenmorangie’s SOUNDFORM Fluid bar (its unusual design inspired by a the graph of a soundwave!) will be showcased from 11 April to 1 May 2012 in the North Atrium of The Gardens Mall, Mid Valley City.

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I Was Young And Naive

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I remember when I was young and naive, when a night out at the club was on of the best things to look forward to. Blowing money that I didn’t have on whiskey that I couldn’t appreciate beyond its intoxicating nature. Sacrificing sleep that was later to be repaid with time that I thought I had too much of. That is not to say that I think clubbing is for the young and foolish; but rather the fact that in retrospect, I missed out on many good things while my cross-hairs were focused on getting sloshed amidst the the bass-inspired rhythmic flailings.

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Retro is the perfect excuse for an expired party-boy such as myself to make (vain) attempts at reliving the good ol’ party days; and that is precisely what I tried to do at the Glenmorangie Orange Night, which was held at The Pool. The venue interestingly wrapped around a swimming pool (hence the name), and plenty of (The Original) Glenmorangie single-malt whiskey flowed freely that night, ushering out the last Friday night of March. I tried to relive being young and naive, but I just could not.

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I didn’t get the music. I didn’t get the style. I didn’t get the excitement. Everyone else seemed to be having a blast; but not I. I was desperately trying to grasp onto what youth I had left, but it would seem that I didn’t have any left.

I am no longer young and naive. Perhaps it is with age that one’s character, like whiskey, develops into something richer. I would offer myself consolation, calling myself The Original; and perhaps characteristic of Glenmorangie’s single-malt whiskey of that namesake, would I call myself matured and golden? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. I’m not really sure. What I am sure of, however, is that I am in my Golden Age; and these are the years that I should indulge in the best of everything.

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Breakfast For A Star (Dim Sum @ Celestial Court, Sheraton Imperial KL)

Breakfast under my parents’ roof was never more than whatever could be prepared from the most rudimentary of household food items; usually nothing more than a simple affair of bread with modest spreads of margarine and sugar, and a cup of hot Milo. Their ideology of breakfast is that it is something that should cost next to nothing, takes almost no time to prepare, and exists, if at all, merely to stay the morning hunger until lunch time.

I have a different ideology, though. To me, breakfast is many things; a mediocre affair is not among them. On Sundays when I wake up with my love’s warmth under my blanket, breakfast is a celebration of all the good things in life. One particular Sunday morning, it was at Sheraton Imperial KL’s Celestial Court where we indulged in one of my favourite renditions of breakfast – dim sum.

Har gao in crystal carrot puree with dried scallop and coriander (RM13++)

Ubiquitous at every dim sum table anywhere, har gao bashfully made an early entrance at our table – its flushed orange hue inescapably apparent. The poor little shrimp dumpling must’ve been very nervous that morning, as it failed to impress, despite being endowed with dried scallop for added flavour. Perhaps we should’ve spent less time admiring it and just lunged at it with our chopsticks the moment it was laid on our table.

Crispy dragon beard with cod fish and avocado (RM18++)

The crispy dragon beard with cod fish and avocado was one of many demonstrations of the chef’s creativity in combining different textures, balancing different flavours, and coming up with ridiculously Chinese names for a dish. Creamy against crispy; and a spectrum of mild, fatty flavours made it an interesting dish. I would’ve prefered the cod to be a fresh, juicy fillet instead of a fish paste, though.

Pan-seared stuffed scallop with squid mousse served with egg white, pumpkin and truffle puree (RM20++)

Perhaps the most unusual of creations by the chef, it was also the one that impress us the most, comprising of a single (giant?) scallop, squid mousse, egg white, pumpkin, truffle sauce, and caviar. Freshest of scallop, dressed in rich textures and little notes of sweet, salty, and savoury; we shared this small dish and finished it without the slightest rush, as the complexity of the flavours could only truly be appreciated at leisure, in between secret sighs of pleasure.

Xiao Long Bao with crabmeat at caviar (RM13++)

One of my favourite staple dim sum items, which I usually approach with much caution, is the xiao long bao ; and for good reason – too many restaurants try to live up to what these majestic soup dumplings should be, and fail. While not absolutely the best xiao long bao I’ve ever had, the crab meat (none of that “crabstick” nonsense) was an improvement over the pork that it stood in place of (Celestial Court is a pork-free establishment, incidentally) and the caviar was a nice touch (which I didn’t think really contributed a lot to the flavour).

Sauteed radish cake with shredded roast duck in spicy homemade sauce (RM25++)

Coming from a Hokkien part of the country, I have certain expectations of fried radish cake. Though I’ve (mostly) come to terms with the idea of never finding any place that serves very good fried radish cake, I harbor a secret hope that one day, I would be pleasantly surprised; and the day finally came. The chunks of radish cake were dense yet fluffy, with a lingering taste of a sauce that tasted familiarly sweet, yet eluded me. The shredded duck lent a new dimension of flavour that was unfamiliar in the dish, yet it belongs as if it had always been made that way. The chicken floss topping, as humble as it was, pushed the dish beyond my expectations.

Chilled avocado puree with walnut ice-cream (RM13++)

To mark the end of our (exceptionally heavy) meal, we shared between us walnut ice cream in chilled avocado puree. Creamy and rich, the pleasure was only muted by prior experience of the same dessert which I had in a previous visit, where coconut sorbet was used in lieu of walnut ice cream, which I preferred by far due to the interesting balance of sweetness, aroma and richness. Next time, I will request for a special order. After all, the waitstaff and chef at Celestial Court seem like they would be happy to accommodate any special requests; and so I would see fit to take advantage of that.

I have come a long way in redefining what breakfast is in my life, since the days of living under my parents’ roof many years ago. At least on Sundays when the fairer half is around, breakfast is a purposeful event; and we try to make the best of it, because to wake up in the morning with the one you love, with a purpose, with a plan, is really what most people seek, whether they know it or not. Perhaps the most important thing about breakfast to me, is that it serves as a reminder that I am in charge of how I want things to be for me, and never have to let anyone tell me otherwise; and I would demonstrate this more often than I should by defying what some may term as brunch, and insist that 11am is indeed still breakfast.

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I Dream of Italy (Villa Danieli @ Sheraton Imperial KL)

I’ve always romanticized the idea of having a rustic Italian meal in an old-fashioned house, tucked away in a suburban town in Italy. Stepping into the detached structure housed within Sheraton Imperial KL, Villa Danieli echoed heavily of the house in my dream. Cosy, dim lighting and naked brick walls were purposeful towards the enactment of my dream. The ambiance emanated a sentiment of well-being; I felt as if I didn’t need to decide what to eat, and that the food would take care of itself and I would be served with the best home-cooked food an Italian host would serve.

Herbs beef tenderloin carpaccio, arugula, parmesan crackers and Modena reduction.

A bold and unusual entrée to the unacquainted, carpaccio is an acquired taste that I particularly enjoy when done right; that is, the fresh raw tenderloin has to be pounded so fine, that it would almost melt in the mouth. The parmesan crackers were a lovely alternative to parmesan shavings, as it not only lent a crispy texture to the dish, but also allowed the crisp flavour of the arugula and the flavour of raw meat to register on the tongue before its bold sharpness would take over.

Potato gnocchi with hand-chopped veal ragout in Piemonte's way.

Villa Danieli’s gnocchi reflected the ideology that good food doesn’t always need to be elaborately prepared; but should instead focus on quality ingredients. Tender chunks of veal bathed the dish with its intense savoury overtones; while chunks of shaved parmesan counterbalanced with its own intensity and sharpness. The balance of textures and flavours was strangely reminiscent of a good bowl of dry pan mee, yet tasted completely different.

Melting beef cheek, olive oil mashed potato, leeks, and roasted asparagus.

Perhaps what I love most about Italian cuisine is the way it sometimes doesn’t try to impress, but achieves in doing so anyway. The beef cheek raised my brows in pleasant surprise as much as it raised my overall impression on the relatively modest cut of beef. You can simply not go wrong with braised beef, asparagus, leeks, and mash done right, and that is exactly what it was – a simple dish done right.

I just love the way Italians casually enjoy their wine and their red meat and their potatoes – it’s almost as if they don’t realize how amazing their food is, despite its simplicity; and that is perhaps the reason behind my Italian dreams. I just want to enjoy the best of life, without having to make a big fuss about it.

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