Ogilvie conducts a social experiment while visiting Martha’s Vineyard - how many polite Good Mornings are returned on his walkabout? He picks up his Vineyard exclusive Kilchoman too.

Ogilvie reflects on movements in his life and a future change coming to when he would often share a dram on his back porch of an evening. Embracing an auction purchase of a Bedford Park Ben Nevis acclaimed by Broddy a year before, Broddy joins him in a collab review on this IB release.

When Ogilvie manages to snag a lesser-spotted Balcones Texas 1, he finds himself joined by another two who are just as excited to be sipping on the Texas Single Malt.

Once in a store, Ogilvie heartily recommended this Jack Daniels Barrel Proof to an acquaintance. When he returns to a bottle three years later, he realises some things change, if fact sometimes everything does.

Ogilvie’s been in a huff. Challenged by a lack of interesting bottles, he finds himself faced with shelves of taupe. Until a ‘consolation’ bottle of New Riff Malted Rye from a Sherry Cask lights up an evening.

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.

In true Gen X style, Ogilvie disconnects from the electronics, and the significant others, to set up a temporary escape with a pal and a LBD Drookit Dug for company.

You know what we all need now and again; a glass of something nice and a trip out to the porch. We may not have a porch, but we can enjoy the Shaw Porch, with Ogilvie, Art and a bottle of Sagamore Rye.

Finally, Ogie can breathe. The shackles of a toxic workplace & a draining professional life have been shaken off. He sits at his kitchen table in reflection over a Thompson Bros Glen Scotia

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!

Sometimes, a whisky choice is much more about the moment than the liquid itself. When Ogilvie welcomes a friend of 53 years, he decides to drop the fancies. Inchmurrin 12yo is in the glass.

After a remarkable career, Ogilvie has decided to retire. Not from Dramface, but his real job. By pleasant coincidence he notes that the arrival and departure of his final chapter are marked by AnCnoc’s 12 year old.

Ogilvie finds himself in a funk. His family notice it too. What else is there to do but crack a Thompson Bros Mystery Malt Series 3 and head to the back porch. Contemplative therapy time. Ogilvie style.

Ogilvie leads a four-way collab review of a…collab. This time it’s the 3yo blended Scotch from Living Souls x Thomspon Bros: a sherry/peat blend and cracking value.

After finally hooking up with some fellow Dramface pals in Glasgow, Ogilvie has to confess a feeling of giddiness. He cracks a Glasgow Distillery souvenir to help recall how great it was to render things real.

Ogilvie senses impostor syndrome. But he’s made of strong stuff and plods on regardless, doing a great job of sharing his thoughts on the September outturn from Decadent Drams for us all.

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.

Ogilvie finds himself feeling anxious at the Doc’s office before a chance mention of Islay brings the conversation to much more jovial things. Such as this overlooked Hunter Laing Islay Journey.

Ogilvie and Charlie team up to tackle an omission in the Dramface archives; Laphroaig’s Quarter Cask. Recognising it’s reliable solidity, they use it to celebrate being smart about life & parenting.

The Colonials try to find a good bottle they can review as a collaboration. This is harder than you might imagine, given regional availability, but they settle on an enigma: Nikka’s Coffey Grain.