Like a fish on dry land. Gasping for water. Like a open jaw. Ready for that bite. Like whiskey on the rocks. Slowly melting away.

Just to be clear. I never, ever put ice in my whiskey. A good single malt should be enjoyed at room temperature. Hope you like, subscribe and comment. Ha de Gött!

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