Quotes About Whisky

I once received a cape that was made from the little purple bags that Crown Royal Whisky comes in.

My favorite whisky bar in the world is in my adopted Bangkok. A refined and secretive Japanese speakeasy among the girly bars of Soi 33, it's called Hailiang.

You know these love letters mix with whisky, just don't light a match when you kiss me.

Where?' Milly asked, looking politely up from the Horse-woman's Year Book. It was the evening hour when work was over and the last gold light lay flat across the roofs and touched the honey-coloured hair and the whisky in his glass.

No one moved to get the whisky, from which I judged there were three pocket flasks ready for emergency.

I love single malts. Especially the old Islay whiskies. They say age removes the fire but leaves the warmth. I like that." You

I didn't know what I wanted. I trained at the Kodokan and reflected at quiet shrines and enjoyed my jazz clubs and coffee houses and whisky bars. I took long, nocturnal walks through the damascene city, and considered what I'd been part of, and what I'd almost caused. I wondered about my son and I missed Delilah. I thought about Horton. I made no decisions. I

I ordered another Springbank. She asked me questions: how I knew so much about single malt whisky, where I lived in the States, how many times I'd been to Tokyo. She was comfortable in her role and I let her play it.

I had a serious and rather drunken research session with the great Charles MacLean, who took me through the history of whisky and malts. I can't remember a thing about it now. In fact I don't think I remembered a thing about it the following morning. Very, very entertaining.

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On tour, I don't drink, because I don't think in any other job you are supposed to get to work and drink whisky.

On Baron von Blixen:) Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.

At last it occurred to me that I could not continue to sit at my desk, drink whisky and shudder at the thought of the Fordites.

victims.' 'And no doubt it will not be the last,' Boris commented helpfully into his glass of whisky. 'Do you want

Que siempre se puede seguir adelante con voluntad, amor a Dios y un empujoncito de Johnnie Walker.

What he needs to do," Angus wheezed, "is travel south to Kintyre, turn back north and cross the Firth of Lorne to Mull so that he can scoot out to Iona, sail up to Skye, cross over to the mainland to Ullapool, back down to Inverness, pay his respects at Culloden, and from there, he can proceed south to Blair Castle, stopping in Grampian if he chooses so he can see how a proper bottle of whisky is made.

After a long chilly night's drive, straining our eyes in the darkness for unseen obstacles and pitfalls, we found that there was a lot to be said for a dram of whisky stirred into our porridge. It made a sustaining and stimulating mixture which I can warmly recommend as a breakfast dish to all engaged on similar enterprises.

pero a veces la Biblia en manos de un hombre determinado es peor que una botella de whisky en las de..., oh, de tu padre. Me

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

I'm getting into single malt whisky.

If you want something Scottish, go get yourself a kilt.

The Surly One 1 When true love broke my heart in half, I took the whisky from the shelf, And told my neighbors when to laugh. I keep a dog, and bark myself. 2 Ghost cries out to ghost – But who's afraid of that? I fear those shadows most That start from my own feet.

His eyes. She got lost in them for a long moment, wondering how she could have ever thought them tiger-gold. They were the color of dark whisky. And filled with some emotion. She stared. Something like … Despair?

Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.