yesterday i tried whiskey for the first time sinse i was in ottawa, and i just cant stomach cheap whiskey anymore. it was gross. you ruined cheap whiskey for me! which i am glad for, jim beam just tastes like crap after what i had in that pub, so you have a convert to the ways of actual scotch. well done sir

SS

an email from Steve Foe-Hammer to me.

Another winter, another Solstice.

Early this morning I got up before dawn, that natural solitude was truly a blessing. It was clouded & too early for the morning songs of birds the only sounds to be heard were the moans of crows & rattling of frozen branches on the wind. At last it was sunrise and it was beautiful.

By Ten in the morning the weather seemed all too similar to a spring day under a benevolent Sun which has since faded. Just came back from a Pub and had the 15 year old Dalwhinnie, a fantastic single malt. Don’t know what lies in store for me this evening but there’s a show I plan to attend and afterward a venture to The Highlander or The Manx. But I’m sure I’ll be a walking tankard by the Midnight Bell.

Another year wiser perhaps, there’s always room to grow.

a Son of Jul

Conn

Some hours ago I had a scotch that was a few months older than I was, a first. That scotch was Auchroisk of Speyside, to drink it was exhausting but I felt comforted and still do.

Oddly enough it smelled something between rubbing alcohol and cough syrup althought it functioned as the latter.