I don’t know how to do this without revealing something of a fetish. But I’m an honest man who wants to keep an accurate record of his experiences. At least in this forum where I use a fake name and no one knows me. The nose tonight was especially intriguing. A little banana. But something else. I’m taken back to a time, early in my career, when I popped into the nearby cubicle of a coworker. She was cute, but I hadn’t thought much about her. There was a very slight musty, sweaty smell. Not offensive, maybe offset by a little fabric softener. I glanced about and noticed she’d removed her shoes under her desk. Her little white socks must’ve been the source of the enticing odor. From that day on, I nursed a little crush. I don’t know why, but the olfactories sent a signal to my brain on nosing this dram that dredged up that little throwback. There’s honey and heather, a little smoke and salt. Then just grass and the warmth of the sun for a long time. Now I’m torn about whether to pour another dram or google “slightly sweaty socks”. This whisky smiles gently and urges, “Why not both?”