Dear Rabbie!

The snow is quickly thawing and I'm celebrating with a dram of the finest especially as its Rabbie Burns Weekend! What better use has the snow but to chill my Glenfiddich Reserve Third Millenium....

Oh whisky! soul o' plays and pranks!
Accept a bardie's gratefu' thanks!
When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses!
Thou comes - they rattle in their ranks,
At ither's arses!

Fortune! if thou but gie me still
Hale breeks, a scone, an' whisky gill,
An' rowth o' rhyme to rave at will,
Tak a' the rest,
An' deal't about as thy blind skill
Directs thee best.

As Burns grasps the hand of his trusty friend with the words "give us a hand of thine, and we'll take a right, hearty drink for auld land syne" we just know he's celebrating their kinship with fine whisky.