Why take a chance with just any arbitrary whisky when the right whisky for your particular set of horrific quirks and off-putting neuroses is waiting for you?
As with any good secret society, one of the main goals of the Keepers of the Quaich is to maintain its secrecy.
Scientists might just have discovered a way to use spent whisky grains to clean up radioactive material. And they might just be jamming a whole bunch of said grain down a massive (and massively radioactive) shaft in Scotland.
Now that we know there’s a whisky named after a Scottish Samurai, what’s next? We’re thinking of a schnapps named after a Mexican ninja, but we’d be loathe to forget all the hardworking Québécois gauchos with a penchant for baijiu.
The Chief Rabbinate of Israel has declared half of the Johnnie Walker Black Label imported into the country not kosher, while the other half is. But the whisky is identical.
Opinions on whisky are like assholes—everyone has one. Next time a barmen gives you the stink eye for adding water (or even Coca-Cola) to your single malt, though, tell them that one of Scotland's top distillers says you should drink it just how you...