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TexLaw

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The last of this one.

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I have missed out on Bourbon and Egg Nog this holiday season. This omission will be rectified later this week.
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This is my first taste of Boodles. I enjoyed a small taste before mixing a Last Word and it is not a Juniper monster, but it has enough botanicals to make a nice cocktail. I need to try it in a Martini. Cheers!
 
I have missed out on Bourbon and Egg Nog this holiday season. This omission will be rectified later this week.
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This is my first taste of Boodles. I enjoyed a small taste before mixing a Last Word and it is not a Juniper monster, but it has enough botanicals to make a nice cocktail. I need to try it in a Martini. Cheers!

Nice. I've always got a bottle of Boodle's on the bar.
 

Lovely stuff :) A smokey Islay whisky is like a flash of lightning on the tongue followed by a slow roll of thunder as the complex flavours and aromas explode in your mouth & throat.

A couple of years ago I was camped in a wood beside the Ardbeg distillery. As I lay there in my hammock, I just couldn't get it out of my mind: a giant warehouse full of barrels of whiskey big enough to have a bath in only half a mile away.

So I hatched a plan to break in.

It was October, a time of year when migratory birds flock to Islay for the winter. Hundreds of thousands of geese and swans descend on the island. It's quite a sight. Earlier the same day I'd passed a field full of geese which suddenly all took off together, filling the sky with beating wings and annoyed honking.

That gave me the idea for a bold strategy: walk right in the front door disguised as a swan. No-one would dare come near me in case they got their arm broken. I could waddle straight in to the warehouse and hop into one of the big barrels hissing loudly and flapping my wings at anyone who approached. I figured I'd have at least three straight hours sipping time before I got rumbled.

Sadly it wasn't to be. I'd been cycling all day and so I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep before I could finallize my plans. Next morning, when I awoke, I had to dash to catch the Port Ellen ferry back to mainland Scotland.

But if like Ron from Parks & Recreation you ever visit Islay feel free to steal my cunning plan.

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