A couple of years ago I wondered aloud whether we'd fall in with a good set of neigbours once we'd moved.
We already had the answer, but Friday night made it abundantly clear: an emphatic yes.
I bumped into our host again this afternoon. "Were you alright Saturday morning?" he asked. This is the voice of our eighty year-old neighbour who shared seven of his hundred and twenty whiskies with us and a couple of others on Friday night. He provided tasting notes, an enthusiasm and genuine interest in everyone's opinion.
Anyone know where to find a scotch for the man who quite literally has them all?
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