I hate the almost unprocessed Whiskey that is sold here.
It turns the most intelligent, beautiful men into wild beasts in less than three pegs.
I cannot tell you how many bottles I have poured down the sink in protest. And how many ‘friends’ have been banned from our home as their personality descends into something so moronic as to overwhelmingly lose their manners.
So, after many endless squabbles, perhaps we have found the balance.
Pretty glasses, and a much more social way to drink, with friends, with ice, with crushed green chilli and a little cooling fresh mint.