“Hello”... “How are you?”... “Quite well, thank you very much.” On a cool humid New England evening after snacking on sweet and salty dried figs and glazed pastry, a wooden match is lit to stoke up a tightly packed bowl of rich aromatic pipe tobacco. A twinge of nostalgia echos as I realize this moment will not last. Love this whisky. Hats off and thank you to Dalmore.