tastes. Brie and a delicious aromatic single varietal after a a quail hunt. A nice single malt, neat, sitting in front of a roaring fire in the study. A flick of the hand, a tug on the vest and a good harrumph after encountering the uncouth farmer opinions of Hoakies. And a good rub down by our trusted stable hand after a brisk ride on Sir Lancelot.

He taught me well.