A house visitor to Ogilvie’s gathering declares bourbon the only whisky. Some work needs to be done. An Infrequent Flyers Glenlossie and Ogilvie’s wife are the strategies employed to cure boorishness.

Faced with a dearth of enthusiasts local to him, Earie surprises himself as he decides to engage with another enthusiast browsing the same shelves which provided the great Benrinnes.

Justifying his love of Linkwood, Murdo lines up four differently matured takes on its malt, all indies and all teenagers. One in particular has him demand this Speysider be celebrated more.

Earie enjoys a delicious indie Glenglassaugh that’s right up his street on flavour and presentation while pondering why the recent official releases chose to go all ChatGPT.

Rich, oily and decadent – a wonderful winter warmer.

A lesser-spotted Speysider

Independents show how good the official release could be

A famous playwright once wrote ‘What’s in a name?’ Quality, for starters, as it turns out.