Doog’s love for an Edinburgh single grain knows no bounds, especially when he can follow a story and reconnect with an old pal. Unkiltered’s 34yo North British in the glass.

In recent months Hamish has taken a step back from whisky and is viewing things from a little further back. As he returns to a 33yo bargain-banger from the Thompson Brothers, has he missed it?

Over the years, Earie has taught himself what he likes and likes less. But with a dearth of Signatory Vintage’s 100º Proof Series in Belgium, he picks up a North British 15yo grain, and learns a lesson.

Dougie needs to bump an order for free shipping and is drawn to a reasonably priced Woven Homemade Blend, which causes him to reflect on how his perspectives have altered immeasurably since the dark days.

Dougie recalls a weekend trip to Auld Reekie and reviews a whisky from there too. One which gathered viral attention from whisky folk & chocolate makers too, unfortunately - Master of Malt’s Dalry Milk.

Dougie scoffs a Fragrant Drops North British bottle-split but immediately orders a follow-up bottle and compares it to a 34yo counterpart. He likes, and the prices are remarkable.

Gilbert confesses his music loves and realises music matches mood and moments; a lot like whisky. But does Turntable’s Track 06 - All My Life - live up to the grungie name? Wally chips in too.

A man struck by strong branding and potent design, Dougie spots something that isn’t whisky - as he knows it. But it is £32.50, so he fires in to explore Port of Leith’s ‘Table Whisky’.

Our Dramface debutant today shares his passion for music with an appropriate release form Turntable; their malt-heavy and affordable Paradise Funk. It’s Fergus’ call as to whether it’s killer, filler or grower.

It seems we’ve discovered the next rabbit hole that threatens to swallow our Doog for a while - that of Single Grain. Old, decadent, tasty and fairly priced stuff too.

Trash or treasure? Well, that depends hugely on the whisky, but also very much upon who we are and what we like. This is certainly Broddy’s trash, so is it Wally’s treasure? Strap in.

In what’s becoming something of a theme on Dramface, we have another auction success story, this time three of ‘em, as Broddy steals a trio of pretty Wemyss single casks.