Headed with the lads to the Highlands
Tartan printed kilts we wore
Heard the tunes of the bagpipes
While waiting for Nessie on the loch’s shore
Climbed up to the castles
To peruse oak casks, flasks at our hips
In case we felt thirsty
And wanted to bask while having a nip
Lost our way among the sheep
When we came upon a pretty lass
Say, do you know of any nearby distilleries
Where we can replenish our glass?
She said, depends what you like
Whether single grain, blended or single malt
Speyside, smoked and peaty
Each is a treasure deserving a vault
Each one, aged and matured for many, many years
She patiently explained the process, thinking we were connoisseurs
We were there to chug the litres, didn’t care much for the vintage
Our palates not as evolved as our livers that we could gauge
Begin with Abelour, Edradour, Ardbeg, Balvenie, Grant’s
Move on to Famous Grouse, Tobermory, Haig, Deveron, Cardhu
Cragenmore, Dalmore, Kavalan, Finlaggan, Auchentoshan
And then Arran, Macallan, Oban, Old Pulteney, can do?
Next I’d suggest Craigellachie, Stronachie, Bruichladdich
No, say that again please, which?
And after that, Benriach, Glenglassaugh, Bunnahabhain
If you know what I’m sayin’
Further along, Jura, Singleton, Smokehead, Benromach,
Benriach, Talisker, Dewars, Haig, Kilchoman, Isle of Skye
Glen Dronach, Ballantines, Black & White, J & B, Cutty Sark
Chivas, Laphroaig, Tullibardine and Putachieside by the by
Ballechin, Ancnoc, Glenfiddich, Glenlivet, Glenmorangie
Caol Ila, Dimple, White Horse, Ballechin, Whyte & Mackay
Gordon & Macphail, Teacher’s, Johnnie Walker, Lagavulin
Glen Allachie & Glenkinchie and then, call it a day
Heads spinning at the reply
We rested them against a nearby boulder
Kind, young lady that she was
She offered us a wee dram of Monkey Shoulder
On those mossy crags, no crystal decanter
No snifters, not even a cube of ice
Just unadulterated, undiluted taste
And boy, was it so damn nice
One last word of cheery parting
Before she left, from the most helpful miss
Aye, just make sure you raise a toast
To our national dish of haggis
As heavenly was the taste
Of Scotland’s finest export, I had a gripe
No way in hell was I going to taste
Anything made of suet, oatmeal and tripe
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Make sure you read the previous one on Kebabs –https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2019/06/03/skewered/
Whiskey…… wow. π
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Thanks… and cheers! π₯
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Very funny and entertaining as usual, but please do tell me:Is Cutty Sark a scotch?I am no authority on whiskey, so please do enlighten me on this. Thanks.
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Thanks! I think it is, dad π₯
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Wow what names never heard of so many different names for Whisky and the poem was awesome Kunal. Too good so how many whiskeys did you have before you came down.
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Hahaha just the research got me high π
Thanks as always, K! Cheers!
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Hahaha and it was awesome you have done a wonderful research, K. Welcome always and Cheers to you too.
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A fun one! Definitely a good idea to dodge the tripe…
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Wow! i am speechless at your deep knowledge – of all foods, drinks and everything in between and beyond! Salut! π
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Google Ji zindabad! Thanks, KP!! Salud!
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Awesome write!
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You think? Wow, thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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A nice peaty single malt, say Highland Park, might go down well. Nice poem.
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π. Personally, Iβm not for the smoked ones, but Iβll join you for a drink all the same! Many thanks!
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Hey Kunal you have poured out another great cocktail of rhyme and verse. ‘ The Corries’ is what I cannot get enough of from Scotland , not the alcohol. Please keep writing. It lifts the spirit.
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Tx, buddy π
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Hey Kunal you have poured out another great cocktail of rhyme and verse. ‘ The Corries’ is what I cannot get enough of from Scotland , not the alcohol. Please keep writing. It lifts the spirit.
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Thanks, Bob! ππ
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Massst Kunnu!
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Thanku, Chits
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Scotch connoisseur – lovely read
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This is great! You brought my first huge smile of the day and made me laugh as You brought up a memory. When my son and I were in Scotland one of the proprieters trapped me behind our table (not in a creepy way!!!) and wouldn’t let me leave the table without at least having a bite of haggis. Oh God. Soooo bad. We all had a good laugh and fortunately I kept it in! π€£ Thank You for this and Cheers!!! π
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And youβve made me smile with your effusive comment! Many thanks!!
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My pleasure!!! π
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Need a sip…I hear it brings back life into stone! π
Wow, K…. that a lot of research and rhyme into something you reject for being in cahoots with suet, oatmeal and tripe!!!
Cheers to a good old sip of that trusted H2O…no flavour, no colour, and no disguise! π
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Mind you, after that lot you’d eat anything!
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Haha, Clever comment! Thank you, Chris!
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Thank you, kind sir! Much appreciated!
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That’s an awesome poem right there! Made me think of a whiskey club I was a member of, in another lifetime.
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Many thanks! π
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I enjoyed it π
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π₯π₯cheers to that!
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