My experience with Sheep Dip happened in Dornoch, Scotland, at a local place that featured the "Malt of the Month." The "month" ended when the bottle emptied, so we started to call it the "Malt of the Moment."
My experience with Sheep Dip happened in Dornoch, Scotland, at a local place that featured the "Malt of the Month." The "month" ended when the bottle emptied, so we started to call it the "Malt of the Moment."
if you are a fan of Peat... try Loch Dhu
You regift it to your favorite bartenders at a Thanksgiving bash.
Then find yourself, sitting next to the hottest server [and her bf], who asks the bartender/bud-"are you sure you aren't chewing"??? And realized it's the aroma of the Laphroig that smells, to her, like chew. heh.![]()
Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there's a fit about to get thrown
And I never hear a single word you say when you tell me not to have my fun
It's the same old shit that I ain't gonna take off anyone.
and I never had a shortage of people tryin' to warn me about the dangers I pose to myself.
Patterson Hood of the DBT's
I just recently discovered that peat has been the reason I've disliked Scotch. God bless the Speyside Scots and their smooth spirits.
I've got the Balvenie DoubleWood at home, and have recently sampled the old man's Balvenie 15 and Macallan Fine Oak 15. The Bal 15 has been the standout. It's funny that you mention the DoubleWood hangover, Steve. More than a glass, and the stuff gives me a stomach ache.
I find myself reaching for Armagnac/Cognac lately, though.
Remind me. We'll send him a red cap and a Speedo.
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