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.

People who meet me have a few different reactions. First off they stare at my head, as us bald men need to be reminded we’re bald, less we ever think we have hair and poke ourselves in the head with a comb.

Then they notice I’m a bigger guy. Yes, it’d be nice if they focused on my poor vision or the fact that they have no concerns about me ever stealing their significant other based on looks along, however I can see my shadow, I’m round and I know it.

I gave up soda years ago, I don’t buy cheese as often, I don’t…