Walking slowly down the long avian portrait lined hall away from the bustle of the weekend.
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There were new smells, fresh smells, a breeze on my nose and so much to explore. The ground was dusty, pale, with small patches of long dry grass, rising and falling as far as I could see. This was a happy place.
It’s a long time to Spring. It always seems to be the case round here. Just a few miles from the sunshine coast, but inland the fog lingers…
Perhaps the whisky world is ready for chocolate-rich roasted malt, fermented for three weeks, cut at a dangerously early point and then aged in a white port or Tokaij cask. Perhaps not. But wouldn’t it be fun to find out?