The Price of Whiskey

Fiona Nuttall A peaty malt pervades the air – Laphroaig perhaps. Sublime representation of water, island and barley, Incarcerated in sherry casks For ridiculous numbers of years, Though not eternity, A purgatory of waiting and repenting. Before a new canvas of sin Is painted in alcoholic haze And seeking for warmth on cold Scottish nights. […]