So, while in Scotland, one of the things I really wanted to do was go on a distillery tour and get drunk in the morning. It did not start off well, it was raining that morning and we got yelled at by the receptionist/tour guide upon entering the building for some stupid reason. It was off-season for whisky making, which meant that all the vats were empty and it didn't really smell like whisky in the factory at all. Our guide was condescending and extremely bitter that the distillery was owned by the Japanese. We walked through the boring tour, politely listening, and trying to not get in trouble with our guide because we knew that the tasting was coming at the end, when we would be shuffled into the gift shop, as with every factory tour. It was a huge letdown, then, when we applauded the end of the talk and were poured literally a thimbleful of whisky, no more. We trudged back in pouring rain, stone sober and finished with distillery tours.
So, while in Scotland, one of the things I really wanted to do was go on a distillery tour and get drunk in the morning. It did not start off well, it was raining that morning and we got yelled at by the receptionist/tour guide upon entering the building for some stupid reason. It was off-season for whisky making, which meant that all the vats were empty and it didn't really smell like whisky in the factory at all. Our guide was condescending and extremely bitter that the distillery was owned by the Japanese. We walked through the boring tour, politely listening, and trying to not get in trouble with our guide because we knew that the tasting was coming at the end, when we would be shuffled into the gift shop, as with every factory tour. It was a huge letdown, then, when we applauded the end of the talk and were poured literally a thimbleful of whisky, no more. We trudged back in pouring rain, stone sober and finished with distillery tours.
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