So I’m atAllen’s, a gastropub in Toronto known for a good selection of whiskies, on my birthday. And it’s time for my second whisky. Meaning that it’s time for my wife to pick one out.

So she picked something that was over $100 a dram, and my father (who was paying) vetoed it, because.. Holy damn people, I’m not a Vanderbilt over here.

After some back and forth, eventually we thought I hadn’t reviewed a Pittyvaich before, so she picked outPittyvaich 15 1989 Old Malt Cask. Turns out I have, in fact, reviewed a Pittyvaich before, thus bringing me up to “redonculous” level of reviews at this point.

But that’s not a reason to be sad, it’s a reason to be happy. I mean, how often do you get to have a 15-year-old Pittyvaich that was bottled over a decade ago? Not as often as you’d…