This. Is. Scotch. The Scottish ancestors breathe approval into you as you honour their works, you hear their murmured approvals as the seal is broken. On the nose you begin to understand Gaelic and see the colour spectrum in tartan. On the palette you discover William Wallace didn’t give a grand speech to his army at Stirling Bridge he simply served drams of Uigeadail to the men before battle and to heal them faster, after battle as well. Rumours are the promise of the second dram is what kept casualties so low. At the finish your girlie man treasure trail turns into an Indiana Jones adventure as the fire inside you now can never be quenched through mortal means like death. Aqua vitae indeed.