We're Going on a Whisky Hunt!


We're going on a Whisky hunt!

We're going to find a good one.

What a drouthy day!

We’re still cool.




Uh-oh!

A field of barley!

A tall, golden field of barley.

We can't go over it.

We can't go under it.

Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Rustle, rustle! Rustle, rustle! Rustle, rustle!


We're going on a Whisky hunt!

We're going to find a good one.

What a drouthy day!

We’re still cool.




Uh-oh!

A peaty bog!

A dark, earthy peaty bog.

We can't go over it.

We can't go under it.

Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Squish, squash! Squish, squash! Squish, squash!


We're going on a Whisky hunt!

We're going to find a good one.

What a drouthy day!

We’re still cool.




Uh-oh!

A flowing stream!

A clear, gurgling flowing stream.

We can't go over it.

We can't go under it.

Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Wade, wade! Wade, wade! Wade, wade!


We're going on a Whisky hunt!

We're going to find a good one.

What a drouthy day!

We’re still cool.



Uh-oh!


A smoky distillery!

A big, fragrant smoky distillery.

We can't go over it.

We can't go under it.

Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Sniff, sniff! Sniff, sniff! Sniff, sniff!


We're going on a Whisky hunt!

We're going to find a good one.

What a drouthy day!

We’re still cool.



Uh-oh!

A dark cellar!

A cool, quiet dark cellar.

We can't go over it.

We can't go under it.

Oh no! We've got to go through it!

Creak, creak! Creak, creak! Creak, creak!


What's that?

A dusty bottle!

A cork sticking out!

A label so grand!

A rich, amber glow!




It's a Speyside Limited-Edition Small Batch Single

Malt, Aged in Deep-Char Ximénez Sherry Casks!

You mean?

Yes, it's a A 23-Year-Old Beinn Dòrnach Reserve...


Run away!

We can't!

What, why not?

Our legs won't work!

Hey, pass the bottle back!


Oh, sod-it.

Back through the dark cellar... nah.

Back through the smoky distillery... too much effort.


Back through the flowing stream... definitely not.

Back through the peaty bog... are you kidding?

Back through the field of barley... feels like miles.


Right then. Who's got a phone?


We'll call a taxi.


Get to our house! (Eventually)

Open the bottle! (Already done)

Pour another wee dram! (Several, probably)

We're feeling… responsible enough to not drive.

We're definitely going on a Whisky hunt again!


(But next time, we're taking a designated driver.) 




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