As of November 2008 I’m a Friend of Laphroaig.
Which means what exactly? Turning 33 is a momentous occasion in the life of a Man Who Walks Like Jesus. I feel like Johnny Cash more and more and thusly I need to get back to my roots, specifically my Scottish roots and drink Real Whisky like it was meant to be drunk: On The Peat.
From the deed:
“As a condition of this award, we agree to pay a yearly ground rent in the sum of one dram of Laphroaig, to be claimed in person at the distillery.
Upon the Leaseholder’s arrival at Laphroaig we undertake to provide a map, with adequate directions for locating the PLOT, and suitable protective clothing against Islay’s rugged weather and eccentric wildlife.
The LEASEHOLDERS’ Cupboard will contain at all times essential equipment, including: For ascertaining the boundaries of the plot, one tape measure; a pair of wellingtons, size 12, approximately one foot in length. For the journey to the plot, protective headgear against low-flying GEESE; a thick overcoat to repel the inclement Scottish mist; a lifebelt and anchor to safeguard against being blown out to sea; one ball of string for securing trouser legs from inquisitive stoats; and a towel for the Leaseholder to dry-off in the event of unwelcome attention from affectionate otters.”
Check out my plot.
To get your own you need a bottle and a code. Don’t wait, let’s dram it up like real Men Of The Sea.
