So when we went to a Whisky Distillery, I looked forward
to having a proper try.
We toured around the Tomatin Whisky Distillery, learning
about malted barley, cask barrels and distillation.
Too distracted by the cute guide to remember what this does
Barrels of laughs, or whiskey
The finished product
Then into the bar for the fun stuff.
Apparently you’re supposed to sip whiskey, not shot it.
You tell me that now.
Mmm tastes good, not
I did actually sip it at first, but didn’t enjoy it much.
So I thought what the hell, bottoms up. Bad Idea. I burnt the crap out of my throat, and could
still feel it hours later.
Our next encounter with whiskey was at the hostel,
Morag’s Lodge. We had the next day of our tour off as a free day so we all had
a big night. Which turned into a very big night.
Chris our guide suggested we all do a ‘Rusty Nail’ shot –
a combination of Dram Buie and the worst whiskey in the land. After three bottles of wine the Rusty Nails
went down much better.
Rusty alright
Cheers!
They also contributed to the hangover from hell.
After two out of three of us being sick from this night,
fair to say we will be staying well away from the whiskey, and the wine, for a
good while.
Flaming Nikki
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