To Peat, or not to peat.

I had something offered to me during one of the many " First footing " celebrations 2009 in Aberdeen. " A touch of the peat " was an understatement for Campbells, of Campbelltown: It wasn't quite dirt, but it went down like whiskey mixed with someone's activated water charcoal filter, broken apart.

One to five glasses of water to wash out, I thought, took care of most of the taste.

On to the next first footing, and everything ended.

I awoke the next morning not knowing where I was. White painted stone walled room, small window, clean, heated, small warm bed. Goal, jail, in custody ?

I tried the door, which opened unlocked and I went out quietly. No one. More stone walls, and after wandering around rooms and hallways, I started following a coffee aroma. Opening the door I found a small kitchen, with a couple I did not recognize looking up at me from the table. " Oh good morning: Coffee and a wee bit of breakfast ? "

I had passed out in one of the many couples houses we visited the night before, this one being a small castle with some of the original stone walls. The second or third coffee told me I still had some of the awful Campbells taste in my mouth. Back to Aberdeen that afternoon with my Physician associate, a local, who decided it was best to leave me there. Never again will I do this, especially on jet lag.

The days of " When in Rome, do as the Romans do " are finished when it comes to Whiskey: Scotch, Irish, blended, or single malt grain. I'll stick with The Glenlivet, and only on special occasions.