My mate brought a bottle of whiskey to Boardmasters, a festival, the first I had ever been to. He sat on it, deep in his bag, or in his sleeping bag, like a concealed gun. He would tell anyone who would listen, that it was a special peated whiskey by Whyte and Mackay. After drinking ourselves through the 2 litres of vodka our friend had brought, the bottles of raspberry vodka the girls had brought, the cider I had brought, and anything else we could salvage from our bags, we quickly found ourselves out of mixers. Throughout all this, my mate would only allow a certain sect of us to have special savoury sips of treasured whiskey. Anyone who dared to uttered the word "Coke", he turned upon, ferally, like a crack-addled junkie whose dealer had just moved town. We wouldn't pay festival prices, we couldn't. And worst of all, this festival refused to sell plastic bottles, so it was overpriced cans of lemonade only. Nearing the end of our time there, we tried to rehabilitate him in the alcoholic microculture that had developed within our tent. It was like coaxing an abused animal into a welcoming home. After a very heavy night, with our friend out of the tent, me and some grabbed some glasses, and raided the Whyte and Mackay. We tried to act like men of culture, sitting outside the tent in camping chairs, imagining ourselves like Kygryz nomadic farmers, drinking the fermented milk of one of our mares. This didn't last long, we didn't have it within ourselves to resist re-entering a state of маслык (excessive drunkenness). I entered the tent, rummaged through empty supplies like Diogenes, roaming the street with his lantern, until found something that turned our whole world upside down.A sole bottle of Oasis Summer Fruits. The nectar of Olympus, mislaid by Hermes. Fate had brought me to it. I asked the boys to close their eyes whilst I mixed it into their glasses. It was pure ecstasy. It felt wrong, and so perfectly right simultaneously. When the whiskey's owner returned, he was rightfully enraged, until he sampled some himself, and just like that, we were back in the Steppes, sitting round our fire.
So yeah Whyte and Mackay with Oasis. Not bad eh. Stingy bastard, we didn't realise the bottle cost under £20. Mix in separate glasses to find a good balance.
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Bugger.
So yeah Whyte and Mackay with Oasis. Not bad eh. Stingy bastard, we didn't realise the bottle cost under £20. Mix in separate glasses to find a good balance.
I'll pass!