Stepping into the lobby preceding the large ballroom of the JW Marriott, my photographer and I were warmly greeted by the staff and given adorable miniature snifters for samples. We took a brief tour of the room, which was pleasantly but not oppressively crowded, noting with admiration not only the diverse vendors but the amazing buffet(s) (not the plural) of appetizers (cheese, crackers, nuts), entrees (sliders, macaroni and cheese), and desserts (cookies and puddings).
We then headed to our Macallan Master Class, which I kept calling, even when corrected, a "seminar," I think because I subconsciously want to get a third Master's in whiskey.