Picture this: a glass with ice cubes in and slowly you pour in the whisky, some of the ice rattle with excitement and the whisky makes the ice even more translucent, giving shapes amidst the amber whisky. That is not the beautiful part. Gently you lift the glass and sniff and get the smell of oak and rye and it is almost as if you can stretch you hand and feel the rye in die field brushing you hand. That is not the beauty. You take a sip and an explosion hits your mouth, your palate soar, you see visions of jesus, Allah and Buddha waving, that is not the beautiful part. You swallow and sigh and the world feels as if it exhales a sigh. That is the beautiful part. Whisky is beautiful…

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