A cowboy walks into a bar and pulls up a seat next to a pretty woman. The woman turns to him and says, “O wow, neat! Are you a real life cowboy?” “I wear a cowboy hat," the cowboy begins, "and leather cowboy boots." "I tend to livestock, and occassionally pick low hanging fruit. So, yes, that makes me a cowboy," he finishes. "What about you?”, the cowboy asks. The pretty woman doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m a lesbian," she says. "I think about a woman when I wake up. I think about a woman while at work. I think about a woman when I’m in the shower. I think about a woman when I’m in bed.” The cowboy says nothing, and appears deep in thought. A couple of minutes pass and the pretty woman gets up and walks out. Not long afterwards, a couple arrives and sits down next to the cowboy. They ask him, “Are you a real cowboy?” “I am," the cowboy replies, "Or at least I thought I was. But I just found out I’m a lesbian!” The name of this malt intrigued me as I stood at my favorite liquor store. Like what happens to a kid in a candy store, the abundance of quality brands and bottles temporarily erased dozens of my IQ points. "Lochranza", I thought, "something European... Italian, maybe?" That silly notion and the decent price made the choice for me. After returning home, I googled "Lochranza" only to realize that there's a "loch" in Lochranza. Duh! Thus the name of the town that's home to the Arran distillery was imparted to this expression. All very customary. Onto my first experience with an Arran. The initial sip is vibrant with spice and citrus. Subsequent tipples reveal white grapes and sweet, dry cornflakes (thanks to @twright3 for the tasting notes). Good amount of heat on the finish. A bit of saltiness makes itself known like an Old Pulteney 12, but it's drier and not as smooth. Actually, the ethanol prickliness doesn't work very well with the palate - so this falls short from being as effervescent as my expectations were after the first notes. This is still a tad pricey for what it is. I don't think you'll get what you pay for if this costs more than $40. Nonetheless, this is pleasant enough for me to mindlessly quaff while watching a football game or a movie. Update: I had a glass of this following an Old Fashioned and, damn, it was like drinking liquid butterscotch.