Red Red Rose Aperitif 

Red Red Rose "Chivas Regal" Whisky Cooler
Robert Burns, Scotland's National Poet It's a sad reflection on the way we live that whenever there's something important to celebrate we automatically reach for champagne.  And have you noticed how our drinks writers almost universally discourse on imported wines and spirits while ignoring our own excellent products.

But when Scotland's National Bard, Robbie Burns wrote "We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne" it's a fair bet he wasn't toasting his "trusty fier" with imported French wine.  With this in mind, why not toast your guests with our new Red Red Rose "Chivas Regal" Whisky Cooler created in the memory of Robert Burns after his famous poem "A Red Red Rose", reproduced in full below.  It's dedicated to the ladies, naturally.

Red Red Rose CoolerPlace some ice cubes and a slice of lemon or lime in a tall 250ml glass, pour on 50ml of Chivas Regal 12 years old Scotch Whisky, add 30ml of Thorncroft Cranberry & Hibiscus Cordial, top up with sparkling mineral water, stir and serve.

Red Red Rose Chivas Regal CoolerAll the ingredients can be found in your supermarket or off licence.  Amazingly, it's lighter than champagne – but the sting's in the parting "ae fond kiss and then we sever ..."  Ladies beware - there's romance in the air!

Our "Red Red Rose" Chivas Regal Whisky Cooler was created by David Wishart for the Chivas Pernod Ricard Media Lunch held on 9th December 2004 in Edinburgh, and will be served at Whisky Classified seminars, tastings and masterclass events to follow.

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns


O my luve is like a red, red rose,
   That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie,
   That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
   Till a' the seas gang dry.
  


Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
   And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only luve!
   And fare-thee-weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
   Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
 

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