Utter carnage.

← It was twenty years ago today.
Finishing a bottle of Lagavulin doesn't just mean another empty bottle to recycle. It's a reminder – a memory of the wonderful times I've had visiting the distillery. Coasting in on the ferry past those iconic white walls. Drinking the cask sample in the sun on the grass with Colin, Jonny, and Liz during the Feis. My last visit there (unintentional) when we missed the turnoff to Laphroaig and got caught in the rain. The warehouse tour with Iain. Learning about Dunyvaig with Georgie. Listening to Dr Nick tell (many) tales of Peter Mackie. Sneaking illicit drams on the pier during the jazz festival. My first visit to Islay when we didn't know there was a festival on. Singing along with Tim in Soho Whisky Club. Experiencing the vagaries of international post trading with Sjoerd. Pouring a 12yo at Adrian's stag do. Every other bottle of Lagavulin I've opened, finished, and shared since discovering this amazing hobby. #aintnofoolin #lovescotch #lagavulin →