I will never forget you. You were my first love story in the country of scotch. Your smell on my fingers always makes me turn my head and smile stupidly. Olfactory perfection. However, and you have surely realized this, I no longer have the same passion for tasting you. My palate has evolved and you seem bland to me now. You know that I prefer beauty to natural and your excess makeup to E150 ended up getting sick.
In addition, I must admit, I met a younger woman ... a close cousin, of Islay too. Kilchoman STR, that is its name. She reminds me of you 20 years ago ... she is not afraid of her age, she is fiery, she won me over.