Timorous Beastie blended malt Scotch Whisky
The following poem by Robert Burns has been the source of many titles of poems and books - check out whikapedia
To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough
1785
Type: Poem
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
Christmas Gift From Carol
A new blended malt from Douglas Laing, using only
Highland whiskies including Dalmore, Glengoyne and Glen Garioch. This
has the classic heathery Highland notes and rapidly became a favorite of mine - at 46.8% Alc/vol it gives a lift to my 'sun over the yard-arm' time of day
(SUN IS OVER THE YARDARM - "(time
for happy hour to begin). This expression is thought to have its origins in an
officers' custom aboard ships sailing in the north Atlantic. In those latitudes,
the sun would rise above the upper yards - the horizontal spars mounted on the
masts, from which squaresails were hung - around 11 a.m. Since this coincided
with the forenoon 'stand easy,' officers would take advantage of the break to
go below for their first tot of spirits for the day. The expression washed ashore
where the sun appears over the figurative yardarm a bit later in the day, generally
after 5 p.m., and the end of the workday.")
as I posted on TheWhiskyExchange.com:
"Great blend - taste is an iffy thing for sure but to give my take on
things I rate Lagavulin 16 year old as my single malt of choice followed
by 10 year old laphroaig and then other similar single malts BUT I find
Monkey Shoulder blended malt to be a great taste and the best buy for
the money that I have yet to try - all this said I got the Timorous
Beastie for Christmas and each time I try an ounce or so, neat and at
room temperature, I am more impressed - and the bottle is positively
overwhelming to see on my whisky shelf - I will definitely buy another"
and tonight's little tipple confirmed a blend I am sure to keep on hand.
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