Whisky Review and Pairing: Lagavulin 16 paired with a Cohiba Cigar

Artificial Intelligence Reviewing Whiskies

Skimming through New Scientist articles this morning, I came across one titled “AI beats human experts at distinguishing American whiskey from Scotch.” Apparently, artificial intelligence can now tell the difference between Scotch whisky and American whiskey, and it can also identify the main aromas of the spirit it is analyzing. It can detect the peaty, malty, fruity, spicy, and woody notes of the whisky, and so on. Moreover, as the title of the New Scientist article indicates, the AI proved to be better at this than human experts. Whisky (as well as wine, beer, etc.) connoisseurs, reviewers, and dilettantes like myself may soon need to find new pastimes. If there’s a machine out there that is able to deliver a more comprehensive review of a drink, then whisky or wine tastings won’t be as fun anymore, will they? The cold analysis of an objective machine will kill the phenomenology of the spirit. Philosophizing about the single malt Scotch you’re having is half the fun… However, it is important to note that, technically, the AI (which is an “AI molecular odour prediction algorithm”) isn’t really tasting the drink; it is analyzing the chemical compounds in it. So, for the time being, I’d say it’s still too early for us to worry about AI replacing us in bars and pubs, drinking all our booze, picking up the hottest women, and everything. And even though AI may understand the construction of the spirits much better than we do, it cannot experience that nice buzz we get after the second glass. Not yet, at least.

I wonder if, in the end, insobriety — the Dionysian state many of us enjoy — will remain one of the few characteristics reserved for humans, inaccessible to machines. Or will we also one day witness a (self-aware) machine deliberately exit its Apollonian state to get drunk and have some fun?

After all, it’s only worth it if you can enjoy it. And sentient machines may desire to experience drunkenness…


Reference: Odor prediction of whiskies based on their molecular composition

I Cannot Log In to Reality

I can’t stay
away from screens.

I barely exist
in the physical world.

For maintenance only.

I disconnect to eat or to defecate.
I reconnect for work and leisure,
like I was meant to become data.

And like a fly tangled in a spider web,
it seems, I cannot escape
the World Wide Web.

The ghost of my existence clings
to the Internet of Things,
where the virtualized forms
of everyone and everything
dwell.

And things don’t happen anymore.
They don’t take place in the physical world.
And when they do, they echo in the metaverse.
I don’t exist anymore –
at least, not in the world I used to know.

Is this the beginning of
the technological singularity prophesied,
or are we already worshipping
the all-seeing tarantula?

We’re all chained to blockchains now.

When I turn off my devices,
who do I become?
And how do I get rid of this brain fog?

I cannot log in to Reality.
I’m there for maintenance only –
to charge batteries and
take care of basic physiological needs.

I cannot really log in to Reality.

Forgot password.

I must go back.

I must turn on
smartphone, computer, tablet, smartwatch
now.

Authenticating… Connecting…

must
surf.

must
serf.

Connected.