Argus title : Drinkers need help to quit – just like smokers
I drink too much. Too much wine (preferably Italian and French) and, when I can afford it, good whisky. My Scottish soul exalts in the golden colour and peaty smell of a good Malt.
The scent evokes the wild heather and wind-swept hills of the Highlands. Not that I’ve ever experienced this, given that I come from the colonies. It’s all part of the mythology upon which we Scottish emigrants feed.
When my father was alive and in good health I’d buy him Glenfiddich and Drambuie liqueur at Christmas and Hogmanay. I made Cranachan a few times. It’s a Scottish dessert made with double cream, fine toasted oatmeal, raspberries and a slug of Drambuie – subtle, but lethal. Continue reading