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Ok, ok, but I had no choice. That (pun? joke?) has been ricocheting around in my head the last couple of weeks, with me thinking that I'd never have a chance to use it.
Then this.
Call it kismet, call it fate. Who are we to question the Workings of the Universe?
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Comments (1)
I bought his book on malt whisky many years ago, and I still refer to it regularly. His ratings of the various scotches are excellent, and his passion for the water of life was palpable.
I would describe Jackson as "flowery with honey overtones and a long peaty finish".
Tonight I shall drink a dram or two in his honour.
Posted by rabbit | September 7, 2007 7:22 PM
Posted on September 7, 2007 19:22