Practical Caravan May 2019 - Icon Air

I first got into spirits, namely whisky, around ten years ago. I was attending the funeral of a family friend and in traditional Scottish fashion, I was offered a dram when I arrived at the wake. Not wanting to appear rude, I accepted and wandered off to a quiet corner of the room in order that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself when I attempted to drink the thing. water, I was rather surprised to experience instead of a liquid of soft, silky textures and subtle depths of flavour. Working my way through the glass I had something of a moment to myself, and when the tumbler was empty, I went straight to the bar to order another.