Cutty Sark blended scotch whisky is probably the first scotch I can remember having, ever. I was probably 19 or 20, at an autumn bonfire in Damascus, Maryland where I grew up, and a handle of Cutty Sark was being passed around. I remember it being harsh, medicinal, and unpleasant. In the intervening years, my opinion of it has raised a bit, even though it still maintains something of a "bottom shelf" reputation. It's been many years since I had it last.
