I think one of the worst experiences for me as a young assistant manager was the Cooper’s feet at Dailuaine Distillery. You would imagine that in the cask Filling Store the only pervading aroma would be the pleasant smell of fresh New Spirit. NOT so, the pong from the feet of the cooper overpowered even…

If a body could just find oot the exac’ proper proportion and quantity that ought to be drunk every day, and keep to that, I verily trow that he might leeve for ever, withoot dying at a’, and that doctors and kirkyards would go oot o’ fashion. So spoke James Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd, in all…