Poured a dram and sat down with some celery and peanut butter. The astute reader will recognize there 2 of the 3 ingredients necessary for the American delicacy “Ants on a Log”. I meant to enjoy some delicious Ants on a Log, but found I was out of raisins. What happened next was pure magic. After finishing one ant-less log I took a quick gulp of water and reached for my whisky glass. I took a fulsome swig and swished it around, attempting to dislodge some stubborn peanut butter. Then, much as the holy sacraments transform in the mouth of the partaker, the Signet transformed into rum raisin right on my tongue. Cherry cordial followed and creamy roasted chocolate. When the day comes to begin the process of beatification for this extraordinary expression, doubtless the Miracle of the Ants will be in the running for Miracle #1.