MY MUSCLES were pleasantly tired from the day’s hunting. The fire was cheering, and as I swallowed my first sip of Scotch, I closed my eyes to appreciate its warm glow slowly radiating within me. My good friend Dave Westerhout smiled at this and remarked, “Savouring the aftertaste, and all that, are we?” I replied, “What would you know about that, Dave? You’re a teetotaller.” “Well,” grinned Dave, “my grandfather was a tea taster for a tea blending company, so I feel qualified to comment. And I’ve been involved in arguments among impassioned whisky drinkers – know all about you single malt types!”
“I’m not really a single malt man,” I said. “I enjoy some of them, but my sundowner tipple is J&B. It’s a blended whisky with its own…
