So the 40th birthday was pretty good to me. The ever impressive wife allowed me to hunt down and purchase the Glenmorangie 21 Sauternes Wood finish. And then I manage to trade some vintage tobacco for a Bowmore
22 in the blue ceramic bottle. Sounds great, right? Drink... save.. drink... save... drink... save. Man, this sucks. My heart tells me to indulge. My head says to wait for a "better" moment. If I wait on better moments, then I may get hit by a bus before I get to drink it...