A Wee Scottish Tribute to the Boston Marathon

Good food, good friends, VERY good drink...
My running compadres, Justin and Patrick, and I, had been planning a Scotch tasting for some time - and isn't that a line-up and a half? The lads had been chafing at my teetotalling ways as I trained for Boston this Spring. Having survived the Great Boston Marathon Hurricane of 2007, they were not to be denied.

Many of my forebears come from and are buried not too far from this distinguished distillery. And the distillers are fellow - although probably very distantly related - Clansmen.

A bit of poetry in a bottle...

...that whispers your name.
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