As a baby, whenever I was ill, my dad gave me hot water with a little bit of whisky in it. As I got older the amount of hot water decreased in inverse proportion to the whisky
When I ended a job unexpectedly and was home by noon, my dad greeted me as I walked in with a glass of unadulterated single malt. I had quite a fine collection of malts before I moved to Spain - and then made the mistake of leaving them with my dad "to be looked after"
Whisky, proper single malt scotch whisky, is not a man's drink. It's a heavenly nectar for anyone sophisticated enough to appreciate it
That said, I am presently halfway down a can of Heineken. Decidedly not sophisticated