Host – Chris
- Amrut Portonova
- Tomintoul 12 Oloroso
- Bowmore Tempest Batch 3
Man…Chris threw a humdinger at us with this one.
Though I don’t remember being too uncomfortable, the heat in Chris’s place must have been stifling. The rate of evaporation on the whiskies was simply astounding. In fact, I think we were desert dry by the evening’s end. Always the magnanimous host, Chris pulled out a couple from his personal stores. A 21 year old Glenfarclas was a brilliant nightcap.
The Randoms: “I clearly thought she wanted me” … “I’d like to shake your head” … intel-lush-uals … “I want to sleep with her actually” … napping on the washer and dryer … “and suddenly…a dog explodes!” … “yep! I’m here” … Lorenzo sitting in.