The Helsinki Airport Interval. Johnnie Walker Blue Label.

The airport of Finland’s capital was the stop in the middle via which I was returning to one of my homes. I had around five hours before taking to the air. I considered the visit of the city, but I put aside a risk after I found out that one my memberships allows to get access to a lounge. I walked to there.

The building followed to contemporary aesthetics mixing wood and some brutalism – ‘tasteless’ in English. No difficulty and obstacles with Wi-Fi connection were experienced further. You only press a “connect” button.

I strolled through Duty Free shops among them was a bar had in selling Johnnie Walker Blue Label for 34 euros per 0,04 milliliters. I prefer to avoid purchasing a drink from an opened bottle.

I wasn’t a good spy if I chose the wrong way between two paths in that small airport. Taking the correct direction guided me that the flight in the special zone.

A document control was longer than usual. Maybe the forged politics of my president made an officer ask many questions, which included the cruise trip–but I’ve told him a usual legend in which he believed.

The zone was usually short of people. Before I went in Plaza Premium Lounge that I booked, I checked stores and had a wonderful talk with welcome ladies whom I asked about Finnish cuisine. The shop of these women had variable volume of Johnnie Walker, small portions of Red Label and Black Label and 0,33 milliliters of the starting one. It hadn’t a desiring Blue Label with requiring containment. One dame with whom I did most talk apologized, but I said to her it is not her mistake.

I entered in the lounge. Two first words caused to think about elite while it was a humble choice of food that had only spicy chicken, which wasn’t so hot, but it was good. The place wasn’t so ‘finished’ if speak about Finland. I had the meat with big doles of potato, many waters, vegetables and English breakfast tea in bags with pieces of a blueberry cake, which was the most delicious thing in the last days. No worthy binge was in offering for separate payment. Maker’s Mark had in my curiosity, but speaking about morale code. It was crowded in the beginning, and there weren’t much people dozens minutes later. I’ve spent two hours there under relaxing neutral music and almost without humans subsequently.

I came back in one of few Duty Free alcohol shops where a worker of it showed me a bottle Johnnie Walker Blue Label in 0,2 milliliters (not 0,33, as I mistakenly assumed). I decided to make an exclusion and purchase the drink, which was with a bag of roasted cashews (I wanted raw, but I hadn’t that choice – nevertheless, I had a matchable snack), for 70,45 euros. I did it to resolve with the only untasted Johnnie Walker. Nevertheless, it was the last exclusion.

The scent is an aged whisky. It drinks as a regular Johnnie Walker in the beginning and mostly, but matures into something elite in the middle and that’s why it would be incorrect to have it in a bar. That contrast of young and old ages was experienced because, as I later found out, it is the mix of big years – I was supposed to learn it earlier and stop to be reckless. However, young ages dominate. Whisky tenderly burns in swallowing. A lightness and taste of wheat in the aftertaste. Every sip makes a life beautiful. A good whisky and I can afford it, but manufacturers must be honest with price by reducing it. At least the exposure of the truth makes me feel better.

I took care about my future and ordered beforehand in the Warsaw hotel two wines that I was going to have in the nearest days. It was less than an hour when I was going to take the plane to New York.