What's even worse is that I can't bear spirits. A mispent youth, whilst in the armed forces, saw to that. Tried them all with successful hangovers from hell. It's safe to say that I drink either suav blanc or prosecco these days to save on my poor liver.
However. I'm up in Scotland and I was sorely tempted to just give a local blend a bash - a lasting reminder I suppose. It's a whiskey called Fettercairn, made all but 6 miles from Glenbervie. Other than raping my throat and tasting like earth, it was ok.
Until I retreated to an Irish whiskey liqueur called Irish Mist. Now we are taking. Velvety, warm and a little more swallow-able ;)
So my Scottish parting shot turned out to be Irish. Bwahahaha!