Free stuff isn’t common on Dramface; each writer usually buys their own whisky. So when Earie sifts through an entire outturn via Dràm Mòr provided samples, he takes a moment to justify it.

Dove-tailing Doog’s review of the mass-market Aberfeldy 12yo, Ainsley finds an all-too-rare alternative, one more tailored for those of a geeky bent. Inexpensive too!

Shock horror, model son Dougie actually chooses to buy a whisky he knows to be 40%, chill-filtered and probably coloured. And yet, he finds a place where it fits perfectly, and no, it’s not down the sink.