An intimate encounter with Glen Fiddich

A friend of mine brought me a bottle of Glen Fiddich many months ago. In the cabinet it sat since then, occasionally emerging to fill the glasses of whisky drinking friends. You see, I'm a beer drinker and had never tasted this magnificent spirit in over 3 decades.

Last night I decide to set the record straight. Out came Glen and out poured a small measure of whisky on to a bed of ice.

I took a sip, spluttered and convulsed. My wife went next, after which she went straight to the sink, and poured Glen out once again. She cursed and rinsed some more. I gulped down half a bottle of water.

So it's final.

Whisky just isn't our cup of tea.