I’m okay at mystery drams. I’ll be the first to say that I’m okay. Not great, but not utter shite either. I can typically identify at least the region of the whisk(e)y I’m drinking.
And most of the time, I’m given a hint. A tiny hint, just to put me along. Like, if it’s a bourbon, or a rye, for instance. Or if it’s a Scotch, or a Canadian.
This time… not so much as a hint that it was coming. That /u/Scotch_Fanatic likes to throw you a curve ball when he swaps yah, I tells yah.
Okay, so I’m guessing that it’s a Scotch, based on the guy’s name. I had a bad day overall, so I decided it was a whisky drinking night, as I ignore the 40 mosquito bites I have covering my legs.
Price: I don’t know
Region: Seriously, I don’t know
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