• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w

    A shot

    There's something
    About whisky
    That feeling it gives
    Like the aroma that
    Teases the nostrils first
    To the hints of peat or moss
    The fine hint of bourbon
    And then, yes then
    The first sip
    That dresses the tongue
    Till wiggling towards the throat
    It slides down the gullet
    And warms the belly.
    No wonder our fathers
    Loved this enchanted thrill
    That washed the hard days away
    And chanced them to dream
    Of better days and finer things
    Aye! The nectar of the Gods
    Where Lugh looks over
    The Irish Sea and longs
    Scotia's fine morning dew.
    This water born of
    Nature's hearth
    Dressed to the finest will
    Till aged it's birthed
    With pure Scottish charm.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph