“After my father's passing, my men and I took inventory at the distillery and found a hidden cellar where he'd stashed a hogshead of single malt. It had been sitting there untouched for forty years." Keir uncorked one of the miniature bottles and poured the amber liquid into a glass. "We finished it in first-fill sherry quarter casks for a year, bottled it, and named it Ulaidh Lachlan- Lachlan's Treasure- in honor of my father." "How many bottles in total?" "Two hundred ninety-nine," Keir replied. Hoagland swirled the whisky in the glass, moved it close to his nose, and inhaled deeply. He took a taste, paying attention to the soft, rolling feel of it in his mouth. The subtle variations of his expression revealed the progression of flavors... the opening of dry, dusty wood and salt brine, like lifting the lid of a pirate's treasure chest... the richness of bread pudding... finishing with a surprising meringue lightness and a touch of smoke.” FatherHonorFlavorsAgedMaltKeir MacraeScottish Whisky Book:Devil in Disguise Source: Devil in Disguise