Laphroaig.

I know it is there,

Hidden from the view of others,

It sits in the dark,

Just waiting for me.

This glorious friend

That can do me no wrong,

Always there,

Waiting for that time

When I need it before me,

To enjoy its wonderful companionship.

I open the cupboard door,

And there it sits

In all its glory,

This nectar from Scotland.

Pure and untarnished.

I coax it gently

Into a crystal glass,

Raise it to my nose,

To inhale

Its mesmerising, smoky scent.

I take a sip,

And roll this glory

Round my mouth

In absolute rapture.

It arouses my taste buds

To a state of ecstasy.

Slowly it slides down my throat,

Its warmth and love,

Coating my soul with joy.

My wonderful scotch,

My Laphroaig.