Shock horror, model son Dougie actually chooses to buy a whisky he knows to be 40%, chill-filtered and probably coloured. And yet, he finds a place where it fits perfectly, and no, it’s not down the sink.

Ramsay only really does two drinks; whisky and beer. This one should be right up his street, a golden beer finished whisky form Glasgow Distillery, cask strength and £64 too.

Usually a gentle type, the spectre of a bad experience from Ogilvie’s past rears its head to have him reaching for the warning klaxon. Do not buy this. A rare 2/10 on Dramface.

Do the right thing, by all means. Support, don’t judge. Because sometimes being a patient spendthrift, far away from a whisky shop, still uncovers things to reassure you that good stuff is still out there.

Considering the role of malt whisky today versus what it was in the very recent past, Fletcher goes looking for something akin to Batman; that which is capable of being more than just one thing.

Exposed and laid bare, Ogilvie’s dwindling bottle collection is without a home, meaning he’s able to see and explore what would otherwise have been ignored, such as this Irish sleeper.

When some of the Dramface reviews are for limited outturns, mostly from indies, Earie wonders; What’s the point? Then he finds something like this. That’s the point.

Dougie, deliberately, seeks out the distillery that everyone has told him is terrible, he pulls the trigger on a bargain to discover “Jura is well worth the chase. Jura is magic whisky. Jura is hugely enjoyable and fun.” 😳

Drawn to his beloved Ardmore like a moth to a flame, Fletcher believes that, while the official bottling is a pale imitation, indies always deliver Ardmore’s amber light through clumsy darkness. Unless…

Wally talks himself in and out of liking this release as he struggles with the cost and the direction of things, all the while realising this is the best Bruichladdich he remembers tasting.

Enjoying a buddy night, Broddy reflects that the takeaway was, once more, price. Inspired to find an antidote for his tasting pals, he discovers this cracking malt form Elixir.

Aengus is back, and he puts forward his case for an award-winning 19yo Canadian ‘whisky’ that, due to the Canadian 1/11 rule, most purists would declare a cocktail. Still sounds good though.

Surprised by tales of woe and predictions of whisky doom and gloom, Ogilvie harnesses positivity in the bottle chase, and immediately steps out and snags himself a banger of a dusty ‘99 Glen Garioch

How might we view this mature yet affordable whisky in the future? Wally decides it needs to be celebrated now - before it’s gone and relegated to a nostalgic recollection of what once was possible.

Itching to get his curious whisky face back on, Dougie heads to his local purveyor of whisky dreams. Running on nothing more than excitement and seat-of-his-pants selection, we’d like to tell you he lucked out, but, alas, no.

Curiosity gets the better of Fletch. With Glenlivet marking 200 years, they’ve released a 12yo that looks identical to the standard. Only available through TWE, he dives in to compare the world’s best selling malt.

Less of a collab; more of a dual review - featuring Fletcher’s debut and seasoned support from Drummond, both enjoying being able to actually celebrate a festival release. How weird!

“Whisky in a can? Well, if it’s that or no whisky - gimme the can!” At first we worry Broddy has lost his mind, then we realise he’s Canadian, and turning his neighbourhood into a skate rink is normal. Let’s go.

With hundreds of distilleries over there, it seems inexcusable that it’s taken two years of Dramface to feature a French malt. Here it is, and it needs to stop.

Earie reflects on his outlook coming in to 2024’s whisky space and, specifically, has to confess that he found it shocking he wasn’t shocked at paying £85 for a 14yo.