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and after a moment carefully disengages.
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And the new PLOWED Society technique of "Mouth Vatting" is declared! Great work S'tan! You de'mon!
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Nano finally throws in the towel after 15 drams or so... tomorrow's the big day tho. Is FX dissing him in the background or is he about to sneeze?
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Loco lording over some very fine drams. The Moidart rocks and the Glen Grant was darker than Loch Dhu and infinitely better!
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Updating the website in real-time. But on the other hand, when you're making up most of it I suppose real-time only lends a certain "flavor" and not any real content...
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The early-morning view across the table from the command module. The new 15 yo Rum Casked Springer box on the left side of the photo.
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In the dark of the night we find out that Tom is actually S'tan's handler - they rip back the facade and Tom demonstrates how he controls S'tan like a puppet. hmmmm.....
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S'tan getting ready to do his first ever tabletop face-plant from a sitting position. We barely got the bottles out of his way as he started to fade.
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The legion of drams protecting our livers...
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Opening drawers looking for more music we stumble across a treasure chest of little drams. Check out the Springer Euro 100 sitting on top of the pile in front!
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When I started seeing double I knew it was "almost" time to crash. We stopped taking pictures and writing any of it down at this point so the last couple of hours are largely undocumented. slainte!
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