On second thought I can think of an instance where this particular dram may be of use..... I want you to imagine a world, let’s pretend that Bin Laden and Ted DiBase (The Million Dollar Man) were able to time travel and went back in time and conceived a child with Hitler. Not in the sort of weird gender fluid way that today’s youth use as gospel, but in a Schwartzengger /Devito “Twins” sort of way. (Let’s name him Luger for the sake of this exercise). This child (Luger) becomes the worst villain the world has ever seen, responsible for levels of death and destruction this world has never seen and never will see again, the true coming of the Antichrist. You are a super soldier, your one task is infiltrate enemy lines and dispatch this menace. After receiving some intel from the Mossad, you airdrop behind enemy lines and go deep undercover. You receive a call on your sat phone from a handler, the location of the super villain Luger is confirmed and he has limited security. You sneak into his palace, undetected for the most part (a few stealthy ninja moves result in a broken neck for some a-level henchmen). Your support team radios that they have him spotted, you sneak around the back to flank him. A small fire fight ensues with what is left of his protective detail and they are quickly equalized. It’s not a glorious kill, but Luger has sustained multiple bullet wounds in the main fire fight. He knows his remaining breaths are few, so he uses them to speak : “please, please, I need one last sip of that Laphroig 30 on my shelf over there”. You oblige, while walking over something catches the corner of your eye. It’s the Eau Claire Single Malt, he received it as a gag gift last Christmas. “Neat or on the rocks?” You say smirking while pouring the Eau Claire Single Malt in his glass. A laboured inaudible whisper indicates his time is short, you quickly rush over and let the spirit taste his lips. His eyes widen as the whisky coloured urine hits his mouth he knows he has been duped. “See you in hell asshole, this should help get you there”. He quietly passes, the last thing he senses is the Eau Claire single malt paving its way to his throat. The burning,sulphuric stench rivalled only by the flames of hell accompany him to his final resting place. -That is the only real thing you could use this Whisky for.

You are fisting me right? No way you are an aficionado. I wanted to give this the benefit of the doubt because it’s local but I wouldn’t feed it to the homeless dude who lives down the street going through alcohol withdrawal, I just wouldn’t subject him to that