Got home to discover I had no whisky, then thought to check my hipflask. What luck! Not only whisky, but my favourite whisky, Cardhu. The whisky I would never have known about had not A invited us up to her parent's Aviemore timeshare one chilly february when the air was so cold and clean it felt like breathing untouched snow with the morning sun on it, white shot through with rainbows; and although the weather was really a bit bad for it, A said he was up for touring some distilleries, so we headed out under a white sky between black hedgerows where pheasants exploded up, startled by the only car on snow-crusted roads.
At Cardhu distillery, we parked by a smoking pool of waste water (carving the first ruts of the day in the visitors' car park) and stepped inside, stamping off snow, and the guide looked up, startled, nonplussed, but only for a moment: "The next tour starts" ... she glanced at her watch, smiled brightly ... "Now!"
For any who might be interested, it's a light, feminine whisky, gold on the uptaste and smooth as satin going down. Extra complexity is gifted to the flavour by its being matured in sherry casks.