Ah. Whiskey. Whisky.

If you're drinking American or Irish, you say Whiskey. Otherwise, you say Whisky.

From wikipedia:

• The famous historian and chronicler Raphaël Holinshed wrote ... in the 16th century: "Being moderately taken, it slows the age, it cuts phlegm, it lightens the mind, it quickens the spirit, it cures the dropsy, it heals the strangulation, it pounces the stone, its repels gravel, it pulls away ventositie, it keeps and preserves the head from whirling, the eyes from dazzling, the tongue from lisping, the mouth from snuffling, the teeth from chattering, the throat from rattling, the weasan from stiffing, the stomach from womblying, the heart from swelling, the belly from wincing, the guts from rumbling, the hands from shivering, the sinews from shrinking, the veins from crumpling, the bones from aching, the marrow from soaking, and truly it is a sovereign liquor if it be orderly taken."

I don't know. My head certainly whirls and my eyes do, on occasion, dazzle. But yes, it is truly a 'sovereign liquor'.

The other day Josh and I opened a bottle (a tiny bottle) of Dalwhinnie. The bottle said it was aged 15 years (in a wooden barrel). I've aged it for another three years in its glass bottle (which doesn't count for anything. Who cares).

Goodbye 15-year Scotch.