Strong and woody with smoky dryness,
A drink that the gods would surely bless,
The nose, a perfume,
It goes down so smooth:
Like your girl stripping out of her dress.
Written in a “Scottish” bar: Mosaic, in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Not sure how authentic it is.
Smooth as silk with a splash of water
I sip as my wife talks of being a potter,
Its nose is sublime,
Soft as syrah wine,
The effects do make my pulse hotter.
(written on my 7 year anniversary date)
Smoky like fire on a peat bog
The scent fills my nose like san frisco fog
It’s best when it’s neat
And hard to be beat
This ardberg could knock out a hog
Balanced like gymnast on a balance beam
Strong or aggressive but surely not mean,
Bladnock has a kick
That I would not quit
If threatened with a large bottle of Beam.
Soft on the nose, with a hint of oak,
Dissonant but nice, without the smoke,
I drink and enjoy,
the tastes they employ,
me to write words to read to the folk.
Strong but softer than a good cigar,
A Scotch I will drink till close of the bar,
Strong and not sweet,
It’s taste is complete,
The smoothness makes this Scotch go far!