We’re all starting to hit that point in the trip where it turns out that our otherwise healthy habits of not running and eating food with butter in it aren’t helping us walk 4 hours a day and drink every day. Go figure, eh?
Unfortunately, the bar I’ve been enjoying, the Parcel Yard in Leicester, has run out of independent bottlings for me to try. Well, there’s two left, but I’ll talk about those weirdos later. Also I’m having trouble fitting all my 100 dollar bills in my wallet and my diamond shoes came in too small.
I decided it was time to explore an original bottling, as my wife wasn’t done her wine, and I needed another dram (this vacation is going to kill me). I decided on the Dalmore 12 year.
The 12 year is made in a peculiar way. It’s aged all together for 9 years…
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