THE SUN...

...is over the yard arm - at last!

A delicious Ardmore - single cask job.
To quote from the label:
"Tarry ropes and wooden fish boxes as we retired home to a roaring peat fire, to eat hot smoked salmon..."

Such la-la bullshit! Does anyone have the pleasure of a peat fire these days? Did peat fires ever roar?

Oh dear, and I prefer my smoked salmon cold...

The perfume of a peat fire is one of my most favourite memories.