Back in college I had this friend, we’ll just call him M. I remember this time M took me out for a drink, to talk things over when I was contemplating breaking up with this girl, who we’ll call K. You see, K was simple. A sweetheart. There was no drama, no unforeseen surprises, just straight in her lane simple. M told me that to truly appreciate K, I needed to break up with her and date a few girls he knew. I did that. I broke up with her. M set me up with a friend we’ll call A. A was fun. Batshit crazy scary fun. A few times driving at night in the pitch dark rural backways, she’d turn off the headlights and speed up, counting to ten, and then suddenly break and turn the lights back on. This excitment must have triggered some hormones to immediately engage in acts I shall not post here. Then there were other examples of such crazy risqué behavior. Like having a picnic at a graveyard at midnight, again triggering the same hormones mentioned earlier. Anyway, that was A. And I started to realize how nice it was to have the simplicity, and freedom from death, with K. This whisky here is my K. It’s simple, boring, and nice. A was my quarter cask, cask strength Laphroaig. You can have those just so many times, till you come back to these and appreciate its simplicity. Thanks to @Scott_E for this sample as part of our round 5 trade.