Sad he no longer travels the US like he once did, Fletch is grateful once more for the sharing and caring of the whisky community. Especially the mules. A Leopold 8yo bourbon in the glass.

Through chasing whatever whiskies he can explore, Ogilvie notices a lost-in-translation scenario between bourbon and malt. He wonders why this lauded Penelope Wheated is so… simple.

Despite enjoying his new home, Ogilvie continues to find frustration in his state-controlled ‘Whisky Desert’ of North Carolina. Then he happens upon not one, but two home-grown whiskies!

While giving a shout out to some domestic American Single Malt, Ogilvie reflects on his peers, parenting, tattoos and… Sexual Chocolate, with Virginia Distilling Co. Brewers coalition in the glass.

Our cocktail shenanigans continue, but not without reviewing the whisky itself first. Ainsley brings us a Claret Snap, his own take on the Whisky Sour, using the acclaimed Uncle Nearest 100º Proof.

Murdo considers the gamble each time we purchase a bottle of something new - the gamble of value. Even when he reaches out to a Dramface peer for this Star Hill Farm, he can’t be assured a good deal.

As close as we get to comedy; Ogilvie shares a nightmare dinner evening with a ‘whiskey’ theme. An event so traumatic, he needed the salve of this Bardstown Bottled-in-Bond to right himself once more.

Some days are tougher than others; even for a suit in a courtroom. Our resident lawyer sits with his concerned neighbour after a tough day and leans on a generous Old Forester 1910 for his catharsis.

Eallair’s second fascinating instalment of the history behind American Single Malt, to the backdrop of a special Straight Rye from Leopold Bros

Eallair embarks on an American odyssey. One bottle at a time, he'll take us through a history - and a state of the nation - on everything American Single Malt. Pt.1 kicks off today with a Golden Moon.

Upon pushing his exploration of what's available locally - Ogie has an epiphany of how he might compare bourbon and malt. Hopping down the rabbit hole with a Rabbit Hole (soz) he shares all.

Starved by a lack of interesting malt, we face losing one of our writers, due to sheer failure fatigue. That is until Ogilvie works out another angle altogether, a new found love of bourbon.

On the hunt in a neighbouring state for some Springbank goodness, Ogilvie decides not to buy and switches to something completely different. I wonder if you can guess why?