This brings to mind a man walking on the beach just before sunset. There's a whiff of cold, fresh sea air teasing his nostrils, alongside all kinds of subtle aromas from the restaurants on the boulevard. He looks alone to the ignorant. But it's alright, for he has this whisky to keep him company, patiently sitting in a diligent flask he got from an old friend. He's not the same man as he was before, but luckily, this whisky still is.