You are plunged into the wild Atlantic, swim ashore, wade through the seaweed onto the peat moor, walk for miles in the driving rain, arrive at a croft with a pear fire burning where you are offered a bowl of hot porridge, topped with syrup and wild berries, followed by a generous dram of this magnificent spirit. An out-of-body experience.
I want some. If only it weren't $180 a bottle.
That may not stop me for long.
There's a bottle in town.