It’s that time of year again where supermarket shelves are piled floor to ceiling with “scary” candy; witches, ghosts, zombies, and superheroes scour the streets, knocking door to door, searching for some sugary treats to feast on,
Nestled on the small island of Orkney and inspired by the stormy seas, sweeping plains of barley, and rocky outcrops, the Highland Park distillery produces their award-winning range of single malt whiskies.
The arrival of autumn is usually met with a pang of melancholy. It heralds the end of summer; the drawings in of the evenings, the end of glorious sunshine, glimmering azure pools,
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Throughout history, there has been a complex relationship between man and his favourite tipple.
In the Middle Ages ale was considered safer to drink than water,
Here at The Whisky World we’ve practically been exploding with excitement. It’s been a tough job to keep this little nugget under our hats… it’s a good job we’re surrounded by a veritable cornucopia of spirits to keep us in check.
You know those days when the humidity descends upon you like a cloying cloud, when the ceiling fan is languidly spinning warm air around the room, and you fervently wish you were anywhere else in the world but here.
“A mum knows everything about her children. She knows about dentist appointments, best friends, favourite foods, secret fears, and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.”
Okay,
If I had to create a cocktail called “British Summer,” the recipe would probably read something like this:
Pour a measure of spirit, add a splash of juice,
Whisky, whisky, everywhere… and not a drop to drink.
Wait, no, that can’t be right.
Whisky, whisky, everywhere… let’s all have a drink.
Ah, that’s so much better.
The clocks have been pushed forward, the days are getting longer, and the sun is peeking out from behind the ubiquitous British rain cloud.
That can only mean one thing… Spring is in the air.
