The End of An Era

I had a back operation 11 years ago this month to repair a herniated disk. To make a long story short(er)... and without the usual Geezer "let me tell you about my operation" gory details... my co-workers showed up at my house early in my convalescence and gifted me with a liter bottle of The Glenlivet... as shown below.

I poured the last of that bottle into a Rusty Nail a short while ago and toasted those same co-workers. Repeatedly.

I know you're going to ask, Gentle Reader, so I'll just come right out and tell you: The Glenlivet is not my single-malt of choice, me being more of a Glenmorangie/Oban/Balvenie/Macallans kinda guy. The bottle you see above lasted 11 years because it was always my Emergency Single-Malt, doled out one or two drams at a time until I could get to the liquor store and restock the usual, customary, and slightly unreasonable (in price only) brand.

This is most definitely a record for "longest-lived bottle of booze" in MY personal history and I don't expect it to be challenged, ever. Unless someone gifts me with another bottle of same... and then all bets are off.

And now it's back out to the verandah to continue enjoying the evening's coolness.