For twenty-five years,
This Beastie did dwell,
In a wooden cask,
That sheltered him well.
Outside the seasons,
Passed just as they should.
Inside our Beastie,
Slept peaceful and good.
He only woke up,
Every once in a while,
When his friend, the angel,
Popped in to say “hi”.
They cherished these moments,
So rich and so rare,
And when they were done,
The angel left with his share.
Then the Beastie returned,
To his dream state so deep.
For still he was tired,
And needed more sleep.
by Tobi
Eye: Augustly golden,
Like the sun way up high,
Shining down on the glens,
From its throne in the sky.
Nose: It‘s brisk and it’s bright,
With pastry and pears.
There’s a baffling depth,
Brought forth by the years.
Palate: Ripe fruits dipped in honey –
Some yellow, some green.
Plus spice, oak and toffee,
And some clotted cream.
Finish: Most whiskies that old,
Don’t leave all too fast.
‘Tis true for our Beastie,
Whose finish does last.
- The dram
- The label
- In the glass
- Promo shot (taken from DouglasLaing.com)
Type: Blended Malt Scotch Whisky
Region: Scotland (Highlands)
Age: 25 Years
Alc. volume: 46.8%
Bottle size: 0.7 litres
Price range: ~160.00 Euro
More info: http://www.douglaslaing.com/ (Website) ; https://www.facebook.com/dltimorousbeastie/ (Facebook)
Poetic
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Cheers, my friend. I wish you a happy, drammy Burns Night!
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An ode to the Beastie! Refreshing!
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