Heavens, I Was Wallowing in Whisky

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    1. If he is reading this, he would turn purple in the face. I have stories, Jen 😉 Otters are such adorable creatures. In my future menagerie, I would love to have an otter. Take Adi to a distillery or a brewery and he is right at home! xx

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  1. Good lord! Lex would be in seventh heaven at the distillery. He’s such a fan of single malt and splurges on anything with a “Fiddich” or “Glen” in its name. You always come up with an amazing blogpost with stunning photos!

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    1. Thank you Neek. You do know that the word amazing is a reflection of your thought process and the way you look at the world?
      🙂 If you have not fainted at the cheesiness of that statement, Adi a fan of single malts. His father is even more of a connoisseur and they like their share of the ‘Glens’ 😉 So I can see them getting along like a trio of whisky lovers on fire. And yes, Lex would love Talisker. It has a certain charm about it. xx

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      1. Hey! I like cheese. Thank you for the kind compliment. Lex says that Talisker is one of the best single malt whiskeys on the market and would love to try it one day. He’s determined to find it at our local store. (as Neek rolls her eyes). Have a great weekend!

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      2. Hahaha, I can picture you rolling your eyes alright. I do hope Lex finds his booty of Talisker at the local store. If not, you can always book a holiday to the land of Talisker 😉 You guys have a lovely weekend too! xx

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    1. Hahaha hmm he had his ways 😉 I lean more towards beer but I can make exceptions for whisky! Skye was a dream alright. You will see it stretched and wonder how long can she waffle about it! 😀 xx

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  2. That story with your editor was a bit of a downer. Seems like a strange idea he had in the first place to be honest. Does he often write articles while drinking whisky himself? Or maybe he thought it sounded cool? Anyway, the takeaway is that Carbost looks lovely. Also I was also upset that you didn’t get to see otters. Oscar is a good alternative though 😀

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    1. Oscar bows to you solemnly, his whiskers twitching with pride. Psst: I shall cuff him for the pride bit later.

      The thing is single malts were my editor’s passion. As for drinking whisky and writing, I think he would love the sound of it 😉 He was in his late 40s, Angela, and he was anything but cool 😛

      I think I was jinxed at the time. Just before this I had been to Sardinia where pink flamingos appear on a certain beach without fail in the mornings. But the morning my friends took me, there were none. And right after, an otter no-show in Skye. Talk about the time not being right!

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  3. Don’t you love how food (drink) tastes different in different places because you sop up the feel, history, wonder and stories as you imbibe? Who needs fairies, that’s really magical! I am curious as to what other animals would be in your menagerie?

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    1. Ah ah ah, now you’ve got the juices flowing. Consider yourself warned. All of these shall arrive as babies. A panda, a polar bear (for Adi because he is obsessed with them), two Golden Retrievers, a Leonberger, a Chow, a Maremma, an elephant, a horse, a hippo, a beaver, an otter and a lion. I might make place for one or two more if I have missed them out. The only raw deal is the hippo. He would stink up the place and I would have hell cleaning his pool but his cuteness shall be my reward.

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  4. Otterly charming tale ? You did make me laugh with your ill-fated forray into whisky journaliam … and I am so glad you got to taste the real stuff in its natural habitat. I am not a lover of the malt but my father was and my stepson is. All I can say is that drinking Champagne in Champagne the other day was wholly a revelation… suddenly I understood exactly and precisely why it is different to any other Cremant and why it is the only thing to pair with rich buttery fish dishes, lobster (pink champers please) and berry ripe meringue desserts (demi sec not brut ). I have seldom been more delighted not more replete! Your post inspires me even more to visit Skye and perhaps to risk some Talisker to drink in memory of my beloved Daddy. Xx

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    1. The whisky journalists would have chased me with a truncheon. I say do go to Talisker, where they say, the whisky is made by the sea. Sounds so poetic, does it not? A drink tempered by its environment. There is something so beautiful about that. Your daddy would be proud of you, Osyth.

      Drinking Champagne in Champagne! Now that sounds like something I would indulge in without a second thought. You make it sound luscious. The buttery fish, lobster and berry berry ripe desserts. Also, you had me there along with pink champers 😉 The only time I had an amazing time quaffing the pink bubbly was at a calendar party thrown by the liquor baron Vijay Mallya. I was working and yet what delightful work that was 😀 I think I should plan a trip to Champagne now after this!!! xx

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      1. Here’s the real…. I’ll suffer Talisker and the poetry of drinking whisky made by the sea if you will endure Champagne and the arduous task of quaffing vintage pink bubbles with luscious lobster! ? xx

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      2. SUCH a girl after my own heart …. let me know when your endurance is to be tested and I will happily furnish the secrets of my own sparkly sojourn ?xxx

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      3. That will take time so I would rather have the secrets of your sojourn first, please. Sparkly always wins my vote, and to reiterate my enthusiasm I shall say, without fail 🙂 xx

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  5. Great story! Hope your former editor reads this one. The landscapes are glorious and perhaps I’d like whiskey too if I tasted it there. Come to the west coast of Vancouver Island if you want to see more of Oscar’s friends.

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    1. He really would turn a strange shade of purple when he used to froth at the mouth with anger. Rare but I have seen him change shades. Your hope would give us purple pleasures here! He is not too bad. With the passage of years he did get more agreeable 😉

      Thank you Caroline for the lovely words. I would come in a heartbeat. I shall remember this when we plan out visits to Canada. xx

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    1. Physical distance too 😉 I have had worse editors, Caroline. Ones who would make your nerves singe. That old boss of yours could do with a stint of living on a remote island. It might help on the improvement front or alternately save others from his presence.

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  6. I keep meaning to acquire more of a taste for whisky. I’ve got to start somewhere, but it hasn’t much happened yet. The image of Claigan is my favorite. I imagine myself Elizabeth Bennet walking that field on her way home.

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    1. Hello Elizabeth, I see you walking through those long grasses bending over with the wind. Dreaming a bit. Wickham bothering you much? That is one of my favourite images too and you fit right in 🙂

      Whisky is still not my first choice and I wonder if it ever will be. But something about giving into the drink and the very atmosphere of Skye you know? xx

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    1. What is the rubbish stuff though, I am curious. Bell’s? 😛 My friend used to have it so often. He used to leave a bottle at out home for the purpose of pre-Friday night outs. Ginger with whisky actually sounds great! More fiery 😉

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      1. That is a potent combination. I think it would be a perfect winter drink – whisky with ginger. He knew his poison clearly 🙂 Talisker is the only good stuff I remember. The rest that I tasted before have melted away because I guess I never enjoyed them.

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  7. Your story made me feel identified, although I still hate whiskey 😛
    I guess many of the good things in life take time to be fully appreciated (beer, whiskey, caviar…). Another fab post about Scotland 🙂

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    1. One glass at sunset. Reminds me of the late Indian author, Khushwant Singh, an eccentric man with a firm claim on a peg of whisky every evening till he died at the age of 99. 🙂

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      1. Despite my personal dislike for the thing I am glad he could enjoy it till the very last. Unfortunately, my father had to give it up for his last few years.

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      2. Khushwant Singh… the name rang a bell. But I had to look him up. Train to Pakistan! OMG. Shame on me! I had no idea he had lived that long. Can you imagine how many changes that man saw? (I will recover my boxes from my brother this summer and look for the book) 🙂
        A bientôt ma’amji.

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      3. You know him then…he was such a delightfully wicked man, totally irreverent. Naturally it was impossible not to like him. One day I met him at his house when he was sipping on his said dose of whisky — my colleague was interviewing him for a story and I had tagged along with him because we were supposed to go out for coffee after near Singh’s place. Khushwant Singh was in his elements. It is one of my favourite memories from my journalism days.

        That book will surely bring back memories. I do hope you retrieve it. 🙂

        Oh and yes, I have a piece to share with you that I thought you might enjoy reading:
        https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/may/13/arundhati-roy-literature-shelter-pen-america

        A bientôt, Brianji.

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      4. I only know of his book, so important in the history of India. If I can’t find it in my boxes, I’ll buy it at WH Smith or somewhere like that.
        But you MET him. It can well be one your favourite memories. Can you imagine meeting Tagore? 🙂 I will jump to your link presently.

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      5. I know OF Tagore. I know how important he was, particularly in Bengal. But I don’t think I’ve really read anything by him. My parents had a book… Must be in the same box. Imagine Tagore and Singh chatting for ten years in a book box.
        I will visit your link. Shukriya, Arundhatiji.

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      6. Hah I foresee an intriguing conversation to have ensued. Unless there were fisticuffs because both seem to have been/be forces of nature. Thank you for indulging me.

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      7. I thought I had replied but WP doesn’t show it. Weird. A pleasure indulging you. You bring me precious knowledge on the land of my forefathers! 😉 Shukriya fro that ma’amji.

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      8. I started reading your tocaya (namesake)’s text. Too powerful. I copied it to a Word file to read at leisure. Frightening words. The “Ministry” taught me so many things about India. One was the… how shall I say that? Uncontrolled violence. Which, of course, as all violence is always unnecessary. Just a tool for politicians, “bilkul”.
        A hardening world indeed. But when was it ever soft?
        Take care of yourself ma’amji.

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      9. Tocaya is a pretty word. Thank you for sharing it. I have always enjoyed her effortless grasp on the language and what she does with mere words. Have a good rest of the week, Brianji.

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      10. She is a great writer. A good example (in my mind) of modern Indian literature. She did – in this last book – “teach” me a lot about India. I wish I know more about the land of my forefathers… 😉
        Enjoy Bayonne.

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      11. She is a great writer. A good example (in my mind) of modern Indian literature. She did – in this last book – “teach” me a lot about India.
        Enjoy Bayonne

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