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High Adventures in the Great Outdoors - Nudie

Laid back with his mind on the money and his money on his mind, Snoop Dogg used to roll down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ gin and juice – without the latter of which, the whole thang would be a trite and juniper berry heavy affair.

There was a time that given the current circumstances seems utopian, i.e. one where I was travelling a lot, especially in interesting terrain where at times it proved to be difficult to get something resembling the beverages or meals one had in mind or the nutritious equivalent thereof.

At many an ungodly early hour at e.g. the airport of Ulaanbaatar or in the middle of nowhere en route to Phnom Penh, there are few options apart from chocolate bars and soda pop. However, there were locally freshly pressed juices, which seemed like a wholesome way to get come vitamins in the system in the process.

With fruit juice that one finds in most supermarkets – even if they contain vegetables – due to fibre having been large chaffed off, unwholesome free sugars that are absorbed almost instantaneously into the bloodstream contribute to world of nastiness – think 2 diabetes and whatever else a spiking of insulin levels encompasses.

Summa summarum – commercially available juices can have some healthy qualities, however, oftentimes you are basically ingesting sugary water with some vitamins.

Enter an entity I was delighted to discover during my first travels to the Southern hemisphere, i.e. Nudie.

Inspired by the lack of juices that met the standards the founders set as a benchmark for juices to proffer to their families at home, they decided to refine their home-made 100% fruit recipes and offer it publicly at local stores with the first batch resulting in less than fifty bottles, which the founders’ families were sent to buy back to create the illusion that it was massively popular.

Many trials, tribulations and upgrades later, Nudie’s simple yet effective formula resulted in something that I struggle to find elsewhere, i.e. easily available, vegan-friendly flash-pasteurized juices and blends that leave up to the name, i.e. purity with no masking or dress up: No cryogenically frozen concentrate, additives or other preservatives.

Apart from tested and tried staples, there are constantly new adventurous concoctions, e.g. Aloe Vera & Rosehip or Chamomile Tea & Lemon Balm, which if not for the ingredients and flavours, win me over for the witty and cheeky blurbs that adorn the respective bottles.

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The Formative Years – Soundtracks part II

Let’s start the second part of the series dedicated to movie companion albums off with a bona fide classic:

Curtis Mayfield’s Super Fly soundtrack is another example where the soundtrack has been tailored to become an integral part of the story telling, at times challenging the script and expertly balancing the link between the musical portrayal of the complexities and ambiguities of the protagonists’ lives and a fantastically sensuous, bittersweet and fun listening experience.

The soundtrack to David Fincher’s Fight Club, written specifically for the movie by the Dust Brothers is one of the few instrumental soundtracks that work for me outside the confines of the film, as it is not only a time capsule of the darker and better moments of the trip hop genre of the nineties, but it effortlessly evokes a wide array of feelings that reverberate with the alienating core themes of the movie.

Then there are movies like Judgment Night, which bore for the time and age new smash-up collaborations between genre-crossing rock and hip-hop acts that document the context of when the forgettable movie was incepted. Despite being a deliberately planned marketing coup, the high calibre of the contributors result in a whole that is much more than the sum of the individual parts of rhymes and riffs would suggest.

In my world, finding a flaw within The Beatles’ oeuvre would be nigh impossible and their A Hard Day’s Night soundtrack  is an example par excellence for the cinematic emission being overshadowed by a fantastic soundtrack. While their transition into light entertainment could have gone terribly wrong, it is testament to their creativity that both the soundtrack and the feelgood movie elevated their career to new heights.

From when I first watched it at the movies to this day, Oliver Stone’s infamous love story Natural Born Killers has not lost impact as it pushed  boundaries in every way possible – from the way it was shot via the dialogues, parodies and symbolism to the sensory overload. No matter what Stone’s actual intent was, it remains a unique piece of cinema with an even better soundtrack. With Trent Reznor at the helm of the curation, the result is a collage of twenty-seven tracks interweaved with skits and snippets that creates both a subtle yet schizophrenic sonic equivalent to channel-flipping while still managing to convey a cohesive whole.

In an idiosyncratic way, Reznor skilfully caters to the younger testosterone driven audience as well as an arthouse crowd, with specifically Leonard Cohen’s, Diamanda Galas’ and Nine Inch Nails’ contributions accentuating the core themes of the movie and the underlying angst of existence.

Water of Life – Provenance matters

There are many factors that contribute to the creation of a whisky - there is maturation, wood and cask work, the distilling process and – not unlike it is the case with good wine – the terroir along with the local climate. While there are many great whiskies whose idiosyncratic character is defined by the provenance, it is safe to say that there is none like Octomore.

The etymology of Bruichladdich’s most heavily peated expression Octomore is an anglicised version of ‘Ochdamh-mòr’, derived from the name of the farmland in the hilly regions of Port Charlotte on Scotland’s Isle of Islay, where the barley for the distillery is grown from.

With its first bottling in 2008, Octomore has firmly established itself on the smoky and peaty firmament of whisky lovers, and its expressions since incarnated in usually four variations each, with the common denominator being that I have yet to come across one that does not offer an unrivalled complexity of layers offering so much more than the astronomically high phenol parts per million component would suggest.

New Octomore expressions are usually unleashed on a yearly basis with the variations of each being classified into four categories:

• .1 is distilled from Scottish Barley and matured in American Oak.
• .2 matured in European Oak and usually the most difficult to track down due to being a travel retail exclusive.
• .3 is all about Islay down to locally grown barley.
• .4 matured in virgin oak, and usually one of the more interesting variants of the quartet.

While up to Octomore 8.3, PPM levels were consistently upped and the character was mainly defined by smoke and peat, expression 9 and especially the 10 series saw an interesting departure – one that saddened me at the beginning but has since made me appreciate Octomore even more, i.e. the foot was taken off the peat and smoke gas and instead the focus was set more than ever on working out flavour nuances.

The benchmark pale golden 10.1 expression of the tenth series, was released after a five year maturation in American oak casks and while smoke is still dominant, what tickled the nostrils is a delicate melange of embers that carry characteristics of vanilla, citrus, leather, gingery baked apples, backed by the duality of syrup and sea salt, pervaded by subtle tropical fruity flavours.

What I have always liked about Octomore is that once you break through the smoke, unexpected flavours unfold, which in this case materialize on the top of the mouth via a chewy texture in form of honeyed oak, almonds, earthy moss and peppery vanilla, underlined by a divine industrial ashy oiliness – sound oxymoronic? Try it, I dare you!

Octomore 10.3 has been aged for six years, clocks in at 61.3% ABV at 114 PPM and things get even more interesting here: On the nose, it reminded me of smoky añejo tequila, tropical fruits, strawberry marmalade and smoke oysters.

What might sound slightly contradictive, starts to make sense on the palate where citrussy vanilla breaks through a barrier of ash, accentuated by peppered pineapples that give way to an elongated, reverberating finish.

Given its unorthodox character, I labelled the 10.3 the “summertime” expression – definitely unexpected, but delightfully so.

Octomore 10.4 takes things to the next level: Colour-wise, it is mind-blowing that a drop that has merely been aged for three years materializes with such a tawny shade due to being matured in virgin oak barrels, with Bruichladdich having refined their approach to how they calibrate their work with wood.

With merely 88 phenol parts per million, vanillin oaky smoke is still dominant but quickly gives way to molasses reminiscent of dark rum with highlights of balsamic vinegar and charred meat.

Not unlike with the other variants of the 10 series, there is a lot going on with the 10.4 as vanilla wood notes compete with peat and smoke, resting on a battlefield of charcoal, toffee and Indian relish.

Summa summarum: While I was sceptical at first because of the lower PPM levels, expression ten of the Octomore series is one of the most interesting ones and is testament to Bruichladdich’s commitment to not only blindly following tried and proven paths but to honour traditions and take things skilfully to the next level with how they channel their alchemy in the most refined manner.

I cannot wait to see what the Octomore 11 series has in store, which was just recently released.

The Formative Years - Soundtracks

What makes a great soundtrack?

It goes without saying that a movie’s score, i.e. largely instrumental and / or orchestral music between or to convey and intensify the emotions of scene, are an integral component and inextricably linked to what makes a movie resonate with the viewer with great examples being what have become the instantaneously recognizable scores of genre coining flics of Spielberg and Lucas scale.

Soundtracks, however, play in a different league yet can have an even further reaching effect, no matter if the songs were specifically recorded for the respective movie or it is a compilation of songs that are infused with meaning as they become attached to scenes and enhance the personality of a movie, with the reverse effect of making them at times bigger than the movie itself. Then there is the genre of the musical where more often than not music is not just embedded within the movie but plays an important part and have become hits in their own right.

It would be hard to imagine any music aficionado that would not have a couple of great soundtracks come to mind if asked if they were any they have an emotional attachment to.

Stanley Kubrick is a director that has an array of fantastic movies under his belt, all of which had great soundtracks, with specifically The Shining’s Eastern European classical soundtrack standing out for me as I could not imagine the movie without the musical accompaniment to premonitions or how what on the surface might appear like an innocent scene, is subversively turned upside down with the music used. Same goes for 2001 - A Space Odyssey opulently riffing on the duality of creation versus destruction with eponymous classical orchestral pieces.

Anyone growing up and remotely into what the eighties have brought forth musically would be hard pressed to not find merit in the fantastically curated Pretty in Pink soundtrack, which perfectly underlines the moody trials and tribulations of being a teenager and unrequited love, the fact that the songs were at times interweaved into the movie’s everyday scenes, e.g. through songs being played on the radio, which made it even more authentic.

Apocalypse Now is not only a cinematic masterpiece, but the soundtrack to how Francis Ford Coppola channelled his alchemy, is Wagnerian in scale – both figuratively and literally. With scenes from the movie connecting classical pieces with dialogue, contextual noises and the roar of war, this is one of the more unconventional yet no less impactful soundtracks).

Continuing with the Coppola family, Sofia teaming up with Bill Murray and them being Lost in Translation resulted in a fantastic movie, which also produced a great soundtrack that is more on the subtle side of things yet expertly accentuates the undertones of the movie as well as the covering an array of great musical moments from a diverse pool of musicians from Roxy Music via Peaches to My Blood Valentine and Jesus and the Mary Chain.

The Posthuman Dada Guide: Tzara & Lenin Play Chess, by Andrei Codrescu

Having just had the pleasure of reviewing Sakevi Yokoyama’s oeuvre, triggered me to tumble down the rabbit hole of the Dada movement, the spirit of which to this day proves to be a sheer endless source of inspiration.

What makes The Posthuman Dada Guide interesting is that it is based on a thought experiment, i.e. an imagined “chess game” (the “game” being chosen as both protagonists can agree on its framework as the common denominator) between one of the luminaries of the movement, i.e. Tristan Tzara and Vladimir Lenin, both of which were chosen for representing two different schools of thought that on a surface level seem to be in part contradictory: On one hand, the merger of what was to become the hybrid of communist capitalism and on the other the emerging and ever challenging, boundary pushing, cheeky and hedonist Dada movement.

The excellent thought experiment culminates in Lenin winning the game with the result being that we all end up being dehumanized hybrids who capabilities are augmented by technology with Dadaism being the antidote to this soulless existence.

A concise, small, informative, surreal and wonderfully executed book that not only sheds light on the history of Dada, but in the most delicate and subversive way reconnects one with the inner rebellious avant-gardist, accentuates the merits of Dadaism and with its vivid and engaging language raises questions about what we have come to accept as politically and technologically “normal” and the way to be. The fact that it is a lot of fun to read does not hurt either.