Last night I got home. The days work was done. Nothing to do but sit with a dram of Ardbeg.
First I smell deeply several times, before I take a sip. My wife thinks I am trying to be obnoxious by smelling my drink before taking a sip.
No matter, I sniff again, then take a slow sip. I savor the water of life for several seconds before (with regret) swallowing the elixor.
"I am not being obnoxious, this is really how people are supposed to drink Scotch."
It was time for another sip.
Will