Macau Through the Smog
After Hong Kong and the glory of The Pawn, a few of us on the trip went to Macau after our official visits were over. I didn’t know what to expect from Macau - only that it was going to be an experience to remember and you had to ride a jetfoil to get there. I was expecting to drop some cash on some seriously rare single malt. I mean, lots of places in Asia kind of disappointed when it came to single malt, but Macau would have to represent, right?
Well, no. This will be a short post, because the whisky in Macau is almost non-existent, disappointingly. But, I figured loyal readers might want to see a few pics and hear some stories. First things first, the only place to get whisky or whiskey in Macau (at least at The Venetian where we were) is at Duty Free America - yes, a Travel Retail store that’s not really anything except a branded retail store within the mall. Here is where I picked up a couple of bottles of Dewar’s 12 Year Old Special Reserve for us to share that night (yeah, I know, not my first choice, but I wanted some whisky - WhiskyBoys review here, ForPeatSake here. Drinkhacker here, and John Hansell reviews the 18 Year Founder’s Reserve but throws in a kudos to the 12 year here).
The Infiniti Tub in the Baller Suite
I then brought my whisky up to the ridiculously large and amazing BALLER suite that had been arranged through strange coincidences and luck - think the suite from The Hangover, replete with master bedroom, regular bedroom, huge living room, media room, dual headed shower and infiniti tub, remote controlled curtains, kitchen, big wet bar, 4 flat screen 42 inch tvs, and oh yeah, a massage room (yes, really. included a massage bed, lotions, and mood lighting). No tigers, though 12 of us slept comfortably there. 12 people comfortably in one hotel room - for about the price of a Motel 6 back home. I might have a few slippers from the hotel still, and definitely still have some of the free BVLGARI bathroom products.
I was lucky enough to be given a tour by some higher-ups within the organization and learned some interesting things. One of the main reasons (apparently) for the lack of whisky is because when Chinese people gamble, they’re not there to drink - they’re there to gamble. That’s right, there’s a dirth of cocktail waitresses bringing around cocktails because Chinese people don’t want to affect their judgment with alcohol when they gamble (they do smoke like chimneys, though). And when they gamble, they don’t think it’s a matter of skill (say like poker or blackjack as Americans and Europeans do), they think it’s a matter of destiny. Like Austin Powers, they might stay on 5 - because it would be their destiny to win on that hand. And they take it SERIOUSLY - minimum bet on the lowest tables we could find in the EXPANSIVE gambling floor was $35 USD. And the crowds were huge, which is saying a lot because the folks in Asia are smaller than in the US.
After sharing lots of whisky with friends, the night we were there remains a bit of a blur - but for some it involved crashing in the media room, others went gambling, others had a night out on town at a club and made some new Mongolian friends. The next day, after visiting the world’s only Moet-Chandon bar/store, we went back to Hong Kong, and then back to the states. My time in Asia was officially over, at least for two months.
The World’s Only Moet Chandon Bar
Macau? Yes, Please.
My Boat is Faster Than Your Boat - Traveling to Macau by Jetfoil