Even better
So, there I was, typing away in the middle of the night, when one of my characters happens to mention single malt scotch. And I think to my self, Hey — I’ve got some single malt scotch. I could have some, right now!
So I did.
Laphroaig is my favorite single malt. But I had forgotten that I’d purchased some Laphroaig “quarter cask” special variety a while back, on a whim, having spotted it, having not heard about this version of it, and being in a mood to celebrate with some friends.
Many many dollars were spent on this scotch. And we never got around to drinking it. So it came home with me.
I’m here to say: Well spent.
Only thing better than Laphroaig? This type of Laphroaig.
I did not think that Laphroaig could be improved upon.
How nice that there are some things in life that are excellent. Good books, good whiskey. Paintings so beautiful they make you weep. Music that sneaks up on you and holds you breathless.
Everything should vibrate and be drenched in color.