Maybe my sense of taste is kind of adulterated after an entire day of cycling to get to the ore mountains. 150 km and 1.700 m altitude gain are really demanding. Today I met my father – the most generous person regarding whisky I know – and he gave me this 15 years old, really powerful Glendronach Revival scotch whisky. Already the first sip brought me back to life. So I could enjoy the rest of the evening and think back on my day.