I love Scotch. Scotchy Scotch Scotch. And if you read my night life column today in Weekend Ticket, you'd know that I recently went to a tasting of the finer stuff at Gallagher's Irish Pub and watched it go down, down into my belly.

As there is a finite amount of space in the newspaper, I couldn't issue the missive I would have liked on all the whiskey I tasted, so I thought I'd provide a little rundown if you, like me, don't really know what the heck you might like. Here are the ones I took note of:

Bushmills 21 year (that means how long it's been aged): All I wrote in my notes was "yum."

Connemara: Very intense and smoky, it tasted like a day-old forest fire to me.

Dalwhinnie: Aged in a sherry cask, it tasted a little sharper than its predecessors.

Clynelish 18-year: Yum! Very smooth and delicious, and apparantly made near the castle where Madonna got married. Which, of course, makes it taste better.

Oban: My personal fave, it was smooth and bite-less, but with a burn.

Here are a few more, recommended by Master of Whisky Stephen Beal and some of the wonderful Scotch aficionados who have been calling me all day:

Talisker
Cragganmore
Johnnie Walker Black
Lagavulin
Highland Park
Trader Joes house brands, which one reader swears by. Say hello if you pass me and my cart full of bottles.