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single-malt fans, but, frankly, hallelujah; all the more for us. It is my firm intention to buy
a crate of this stuff in the next week or two, on my next visit to Speyside, if I can't find it
closer to home. I might even buy two crates and give bottles out as Christmas presents.
The quest for the Perfect Dram very much continues and there are some very strong
contenders indeed still to come - Macallan, Springbank and Highland Park to name but
three - but as I write, this stuff is joint number one with the fino-finished Ardbeg tasted
straight out the barrel as Best Dram So Far.
Zapping between the distilleries, we end up spending a lot of time on a wee road that par-
allels the A95, which has road works at a bridge necessitating these detours. On this wee
road there are signs saying, 'Slow. Young pheasants.'
These are the subjects of some discussion.
'Do you think they're meant to say “Slow, young peasants?”'
'Maybe they're directed
at
the pheasants, telling them to be slow.'
'What they mean is, don't kill these young birds with your cars; leave them for us to
kill with our shotguns. Bit cheeky if you ask me. Typical toff arrogance. If I see one I'm
going to aim for it.'
'What, a toff or a young pheasant?'
'No comment.'
