For me, there is no better way to usher in the holiday season than the annual WhiskyFest tasting at the start of November. It’s better than that first bite of good pumpkin pie, wearing a favorite sweater, or even that extra hour of sleep when Daylight Saving Time ends. Organized by Whisky Advocate (formerly Malt Advocate) publisher John Hansell, it’s a representation of nearly every whisk(e)y made in all corners of the Earth - Scotch, Bourbon, rye, white dog, old dog, blended, single barrel, small batch, big batch, independent and old guard - all in one place.

I still feel a giddy thrill the moment the doors are finally propped open at the start of VIP hour. “Pure Imagination” from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory seems to immediately start playing in my internal soundtrack, except instead of chocolate rivers and lollipop trees, what awaits is a high-ceilinged ballroom filled with an array of limited editions, older vintages and top marks I could never afford to taste otherwise. This being my fifth WhiskyFest, where pacing (and hydration) is the key to survival, I have learned to simply nod at Johnnie Walker Blue, bat my lashes at Highland Park 25 Year, bow respectfully to Yamazki 1984 and head straight for the new and rare.