Hillbilly heaven

Scotland isn't the only place on earth you'll find a good single malt

Single malt whisky has joined Braveheart and Alexander McCall Smith as a symbol of the new, proud Scottish nationalism. As an Englishman who longs to free his country from the Scottish yoke, I heartily approve of Scottish nationalism in all its forms as the surest path to the self-government of England. However, I cannot deny the gratification I felt on discovering that single malt can be made just about anywhere, and nowhere more successfully than in our adopted village of Sperryville, Virginia.

Our village announces itself to Route 522 with a large sign advertising the most famous local product: "Antique Tables Made Daily". Behind the advert there is a pile of old sheds stacked up against the Thornton River, between the Bible Baptist chapel and the Methodist church. Here, in one of those overgrown corners where snakes and snapping turtles are more at home than people, is the big wooden barn that once housed the co-operative cider plant and apple store, in the days before Prohibition swept across our landscape and wiped away its smile. And it is here that the puritan outrage is being avenged, for the Copper Fox Distillery, devoted to the production of single malt whisky, is now located in the old apple store.

The other day, having nothing better to do short of everything, I pushed open its door, to be greeted by the warm aroma of malting barley and the heady fumes of distilling alcohol. I knew immediately that I had come home. From the scrubbed wooden floors and pillars, from the few sticks of hillbilly furniture and from the barrels of whisky maturing against the wall emanated an atmosphere of quiet rejoicing: clean, guileless and as American as a painting by Winslow Homer.

A young man appeared from an inner room to inform me that I had discovered Wasmund's Single Malt Whisky, a cottage industry run by Rick Wasmund and his mother, who now sell their product in 15 states.

Wasmund's Single Malt is produced in the traditional Scottish way, double-distilled and stored in barrels with chips of roasted applewood and cherry. The clean, slightly ferruginous water of the Thornton River combines with the burnt fruitwood to produce a drink whose uniquely tart flavour is gaining converts all over the neighbourhood. Sperryville farmers will now drive to the state liquor store in Culpeper to buy it, instead of bartering their produce for hillbilly moonshine.

Being legal, Wasmund's Single Malt is expensive; and Rick and Mam must cover the excise cost the moment it hits the road. But we are all proud of them, not least for having cocked a snook at those Scottish distilleries whose "20-year-old single malts", sold daily at the airports, are no more precious than the antique tables made daily in Sperryville.

Roger Scruton is a philosopher and countryside campaigner as well as an author and broadcaster. Widely regarded as one of Britain’s leading right wing thinkers, his publications include the Meaning of Conservatism. He has also written on fox hunting.

This article first appeared in the 25 June 2007 issue of the New Statesman, Israel, Gaza and a summer of war?