This is a continuation of my ongoing series that I’m calling “Scotch Malts, Wife’s Selection”, in which my wife goes through my backlog of SMWS (Scotch Malt Whisky Society) samples that I haven’t reviewed yet, pours them blind, and then I review it blind. I took a break, came back to them, and then took a break again. What a rollercoaster my life is!
Fun fact: There’s no miniatures in my house that look like Godzilla. Wait, that’s not fun. That’s horrible. Childhood TOModera is sad at what we’ve become.
In more ways then one, really. I’m totally not a plumber on Mars by now. Damn childhood expectations. Worse than some of the futuraligists out there.
Where was I? Oh, another random dram from a distillery I’ve had very little experience with. So a day ending in “y” then.
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