Back at The Feather’s Pub again, drinking away a little stress. Not in that alcoholic way. More so in that “Taking an hour to pick apart a dram so I don’t have to think about my exam in a week” way. That doesn’t involve getting drunk.
It’s a complicated life.
My wife has bought a new camera. Thus it’s the perfect time for me to buy an expensive dram at a pub I like.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Also I wanted to try some of this before other whisky nerds found out they had it and stormed the castle, as it were.
I really didn’t think I’d ever have a chance to try Bruichladdich Black Art 2. I own Numero 4, I fluked into a swap for Numero 3, and I’ve written off Numero 1 as lost to the ages. Also I missed buying…
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